Our friendship chord
Starts to arpeggio,
And before I know it,
We’re two separate notes
On the staff of life.
The score of fate has been written,
And our ending sounds horrifying.
The happiness we had
Starts to decrescendo,
And before we know it,
It completely fades away.
The score of fate
Has a trouble clef.
You glissando to it,
Right over any note
That got in your way;
Must’ve been your forte.
Sing that song again and again
As you face the music today.
Sing that song that never ends!
As I face the music today.
And the song of us has ended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem