To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.
我长久地站在那里,凝视着那深邃的黑暗,心中充满了疑惑、恐惧和怀疑,梦想着凡人从未敢梦想的梦。
你怀疑别人,别人也就会怀疑你,你提防别人,别人也就是提防你,
You said I was you daughter, but I have never done it to make you happy.