Feelings

Hearing news of people's deaths these days

 I don't feel that way,

Someone was in my life, even after three years of separation I don't feel,

I don't feel how many friends I had to walk with my hand on my shoulder, they also disappeared one day after seeing the time.

As the soil considers the raindrops as its own, so I consider myself to be its own, but I do not feel it.

Today I am standing on a hill far away from home

Bringing myself close to death, I began to break this stone mind,

Calling the mountain to save me, the black cloud's fierce lightning killed me.

After that, no one felt for my death.