My blood hits the floor.
my pains are no more.
memories arise from the ashes.
no room for slashes.
weeping comes and goes.
time to make the final blow.
I'm moribund.
my raze is done.
ill soon be wearied.
my time has come.
even though I'm young.
it seems so great.
for me there won't be a 2008.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel the same way (but not about 2008 XD)