I try to write all the details
About my life on a piece of paper
Every single day
So when it is over I can mail it to you
Like I promised you
On our phone conversation that we had last week
And it is so far a hard task for me
Because sometimes I forget what I dead day to day
But at the same time I feel that I becoming so forgetful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem