And what's to happen when everything is done?
Do we go back to a beginning far away from where we are?
Will we fade from each other after each passing day or could our lives remain the same?
Speaking with a troubled tongue, I see that you are the lonely one, but from you I will never run..
Time is running out for words unspoken
will bonds remain unbroken or will our lives be shattered open to this world?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem