Once I travelled with a large group of strangers
Their faces, however, were more than familiar
Chatting about this and talking about that
Once departed, nothing but echoes were left.
Once I journeyed among people so familiar
Whose faces, however, were just like strangers
Walking this way and climbing that path
Once departed, nothing but footprints were left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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