It is all too sad to be written about
It is all too painful to be said
What we are
And what we become
At the end
How many times can one see it happen
To those one knows and cares about?
How great is the fear
Of how it will happen to oneself
And bring such grief to others?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and great the hope it won't happen while you're still alive.