Who will remember me, this lonely boy
Only I will, but who cares what I think
Who will comfort me, the silent type
The moon stays with me, but it's just a thing
Who will see me for who I am, the broken musician
I love my music, but does it love me back
Who will hear me cry, the empty sprinkler
My eyes will not give in, so I shed ash
Who will look for me, the visible invisible
My friends are here, but how long will they stay
Who will love me forever, when my skies are grey
Who will remember me, the forgotten toy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem