The Pain

Tonight I am like the trunk of a dry tree Without feelings. This night even the moon forgot to go out in the sky. It's just me. Then I hear the cry of the cuckoo, which brings me back to my pain. Tonight, someone I loved left And now i am here Like a broken glass (In my country the cuckoo is known as the bird that warns of loss. according to the legend, a young girl turned into a cuckoo after learning about the death of her btothers. Since then she is calling  and crying for them)