Through my life has passed many people.
Without seeing, without hearing, touching.
I feel the emptiness.
According to the journey of life grabbed
Too many callous empty soul.
Those who wanted to hold on to life.
Too empty, I felt my soul,
I even felt my skin anymore.
Ego inside me I am,
and live, even love.
How can it be so exhausting to find
good luck-bearing; the most sensitive human face?
I am far too open to different ways in millions.