You look into my eyes, tell me you think I've given up.
Something tells me nothing I do will be enough.
My thoughts already are of those related to death.
Can we hold on, love, before we forget?
I don't feel that fire burning in the night again.
Something about this long journey feels different.
Long after we're gone, Earth will still be rotating.
Can you tell if my soul's still here, or if isn't?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem