There is no telling what is in store for you and me,
Nothing much to do but just go on living,
If its bearable that is....
Finding new ways to live with my life without you is difficult,
Writing poems, drawing, music....
It seems like the perfect plan..expcept your always there...
You are the poems that i write,
The beautiful drawings and sketchs within my notebook,
And the beautiful meledoy in my music..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem