When you look, you look through me
When you care, you not care about me
When I walk, you not beside me
When I’m lost, you not try to find me
When I’m gone, you not scream you know me
When I’m dead, you not try to resurrect me
But when you talk, when you talk I really live in me
But when you talk, when you talk I really live in me
But when you talk, when you talk I really live in me
But when you talk, when you talk I really live in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem