When you laugh, I hear others laughter
And when you cry, there are others tears;
Though you are your own calm symphony, that's breaking
Close to the strange, sweet shore of ravaged years
And when you die, there's others will be leaving,
And holding your hand, I shall be holding theirs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reallly a good write pat