You smile in my face
But you are not my friend
I heard that you were talking about me behind my back
That is why I will not be there in the end
You really did not matter to me
But I did not want to see that
Whenever you do need my assistance
I am going to go my merry way and leave your matters on the map
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem