Death.
Now that I finally have encountered it.
I can't really say what I think about it.
But if death is the goal,
Then I want the goal to come in a long time.
There's so much to see.
So much to feel.
And so much to do.
But I think my time will come.
When I'm ready to embrace it.
Or maybe death is something that one should not embrace.
I don't know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem