And she asked-
Why does all this happen to us?
why?

I don't know exactly, replied the poet.
Maybe it's a test of strength,
Maybe it's to realize that we are going in the opposite direction
maybe something else

Damn I don't know
we are here,
in this field of dead flowers
with shoes covered in ashes
moving forward without knowing

Maybe the master of the universe knows
Maybe he understands
I just hope we have a good ending,
somewhere else other than
this field of dead flowers.

Therefore I will be...