Three days ago,
you said to me,
that you'll always be here,
to wipe away my tears,
to listen to every cry you hear.
I was happy because there was somebody,
someone to catch my sorrows.
Someone who'll wake me up tomorrow.
Three months later,
you have to say goodbye.
You assured me you'll be by,
Still listening to my cries.
I was sad and feeling so mad.
'Cause I was glad you're here.
Then you'll suddenly disappear? ! ? !
Three years after,
Many things have changed.
Calamity to disaster,
Sorrows to laughter.
You weren't calling,
not even writing.
What happened to you?
I don't even know you!
I'm sorry to say this but our friendship already died,
Died like chickens were fried,
Died like autumn leaves dried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem