Between The Ruins

I wandering between the ruins.
unstable winds stop and blow again.
Screaming above my head, a crow,
Is it calling my disaster or warns me?
It cannot talk that, how can I know?

I am wandering between the ruins
it blow outside undecided winds.

The street is singing its own song, in a mess
Trash cans full.
How much eats the human even if
Though hungry soul.

Where did I first start the journey?
How many days
How many months?
Maybe year?...

Anymore, I don't know
I don't know anymore
Where is paradise
Where is hell