No time for ambition

The fires in my soul have gone out, O soul

Is there a way out for me to get lost in the soul and depart?

I have been overwhelmed by sadness, so where is the escape?

Tell me, O soul, is there a way out on the horizon?

Or has the scent of fear begun to fill my feelings?

Have my feelings withered when I left my notebook open to pain?

Or am I destined to suffer and be wounded, O heart?

Has my life written failures that I have faced ulcers?

Tell me, my pulse comes for an hour and then leaves

Like a wave whose echo echoes in revealing the secrets of darkness and revelation

I see in the sky a ghost of a ghost looming on the horizon

As if today, after the hardships of tragedies, it has expanded?

A sigh exploded and I withdrew among the tears, so are you satisfied with me, O soul?

The pain in my heart haunts me to open more wounds

And my soul has lost itself, it wants some memories to begin to drift

O fires of the soul, extinguish them, I do not have time for that ambition