Sigh, only a year ago,
Was I so joyous
Now I’m here,
And your no longer with us.
Cold and wet,
I take a last breath,
Look down once more
At my fate yet.
The cars below
Seem to grow,
And I wish for once,
The wind would blow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive and tragic one