Everytime I look up, I see your face.
Everytime I look down, I see your fate.
Why didn't I go with you
Why did I have to stay.
I wish you'd come back.
Come back and stay.
I remeber your eyes the night you died.
So cold, So lifeless.
So dead, but priceless
I must not cry
I must let go
But I still think about you
Everytime I look at the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem