I hate people that change
Counting me first
They're finally here
But it feel like they've disappeared
Wanting to know what happened
Coz for us its like the end
Did someone made you change
Coz some people asked me to
But i felt i was in danger
I refused badly
Coz i thought that option is deadly
I want to tell you one last thing
So you have to listen carefully and think
People always said
Be care full to lose the moon while counting the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem