So quickly these times
Fade to dreams
And without warn,
Old memories.
So take who you have,
Hold onto them tight,
With grip of iron
For soon could be
The last breath
That they breathe
For only once will you live,
Only once, you see?
Always remember that each second is a chance, one you'll never get back.
Love what you love until it's lost, and when love is offered, espescially that of a friend, embrace it, but lose not sight of that which will always matter most, yourself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem