I’m a ghost,

I walk in one place

that I no longer feel mine.

I’ve run out of dreams,

I’ve run out of hope

i ran out

and lost emotion.

It’s time to change

it’s time to emigrate.

In retrospect,

I’ve never felt like mine

the place where I was born,

born a foreigner in my country.

I have nothing more to say,

I have nothing more to do.

My self from here

It is now extinct

He is now dead.

They brutally killed him.