I Wore The Lovelessness To Myself

People are blind to joy,
I lost my eyes, mom.
On those black coffee train tracks,
On the wing of that plane,
And at the dock, waiting for the ship that didn't come.
I lost my youth, mother
I donated it to a young man.

I buried my love at the bottom of the sea,
So that the fish can live with their memory, so that it does not hurt so much.
I rubbed my face on the colorful wings of butterflies,
While migrating, from the one-day world to the hereafter.

My mother, who is a brave young man.
I lost in tight spaces,
My heart without you.

As they crumble in your palms,
I laid my life in front of you as a blessing.
Every time I fall into the hole,
You would say, "Be proud of yourself",
How much your Lord has given you.

A person becomes a branch of joy, mother.
I ate frost at a young age,
Frost struck my vineyards...
Clearly lined up, deaths I like to myself,
I wore the lovelessness to myself.