Give me something of yours
To remember you by.
Don’t I deserve it?
With all the emotion I supply?
You’re drinking all my memories
With a translucent straw
Because the memories I kept as ice
Are now beginning to thaw.
It’s not fair that you should have them.
I want something too,
Something to keep me breathing
After we bid adieu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem