One day, I opened that English book
I asked myself a time and two
If I can make from these English letters, , something new!
A message or letter to a good person,
a song or poem to a friend new
But in that day I didn't know,
That the good friend really was here
In the same school,
in the same class,
in the next chair to me, he was here
In that day I didn't know,
that the good friend really was here
Like the moon in a dark night,
Or a smile in the funeral day, he had come
By respect, loyalty and love he makes his road
So in every were he has friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem