I'm sorry, I just want to be your friend,
We don't talk, it's unreal and you really hurt me,
Although you don't show that you miss me, i'm sure we feel the same.
Days pass, and our friendship slowly dies, your eyes pierce through my soul, just like knives.
I couldn't do what you wanted me to, how do you think I feel?
I miss you, but I guess, life goes on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem