One day I was thinking in bed.
Who will console me after I’m dead?
Who will lend a shoulder for me to lie on?
Who will remember me after I am all gone?
Who am I to say goodbye?
Is there anyone I can rely?
Nobody will remember me?
They will remember a tree?
One day I was thinking in bed.
Who will console me after I am dead?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem