Slowly one by one, am losing them
Soon, there won’t even be any left for chewing
Quickly, seasons are fading away
I just wonder if there is a thing that I will leave behind
I can’t even do my make ups as before
They do not just make any difference
My skin so wrinkled, it has lost the fluids
I envy the insects that molt
I can’t stand in front of the mirror for long
What I see tells me that am aging
What remains is a little time for me
The only time to leave a mark
For sooner, am going to reach the setting of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem