I am tired of this fence, I am tired of all my body, where is my body, I am tired, everywhere
in this land, there was no one, the land is the land of homesickness, I am tired of this land, my fate is drawn to my office, the line of mourning from the line he wrote, I am tired of it, I am tired around myself, I ride this carousel, it is enough, the repetition of boredom from my tired days , my heart does not beat, why is it so enthusiastic? All the voices I am tired of the torment of the mountain of hatred to the baggage I have always run towards the slaughterhouse of dust because I am not lost in this dust I am tired of this dust I am tired of this deterioration I am tired
of the descendants of regret that I am tired of ruin is a winless gamble The bitter gamble of life whether I have won or lost I am tired of this grief
