What on earth do I know anyway
except the pain that litters my mind-
Forced to forget the verses I love and my own love
And tire my hand to write the poems I so cherish
I used to pen from my heart and by my soul and spirit.

What on earth, then, do I know?
And what do you think I know?
My mind freeze from the winter in the house
When there is sun shine beaming in the yard.
This winter turns my mind into a cemetery of the soul;
When a young man turns into a widower before the first anniversary.

Then, what exactly on earth do I know and do?
Celebrating a birth day without a lover
And living the life of a lonely lover.