It's hard to accept that you're gradually fading.
& It's hard to accept that you can no longer sing.
I love you, but it's always hard to express.
I care about you, but there's this awkwardness.
I don't know what to do with this.
I am still a captive of the past.
I hope that soon I'll be totally free
To make up for what's lacking in me
And that I can speak with you without hesitation
And that I can sing in your stead with you in your bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem