People long for a best frien'
Like a lottery it is hard to win
Until one got it all of a sudden
But one has to guard his keepin'
when it is lost it wont came again
I got one this time
Then I made a vow in mine
But still afraid to loose my kind
It is like a music with perfect rhyme
I might lost it when folly drown my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem