dear life,
i came before you to sing my song
as a flower plays its part and leaves the stage
i did not know what to sing and how to sing
i lived in my own way
no, you made me live in this way.
even the last bird in sky reached its nest
every one left the resting place
i am alone
will i come here any more time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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