Even if the stars
Don’t want to say goodbye;
It is clear, we all know,
That everything is falling apart.
Don’t just cry here,
Nothing’s left to do.
Don’t just stand there,
You’ve got to go away.
Even if my smile
Dries away, don’t you
Think that everything
Is wrong? Tell me…
Make me go!
I want to see!
I don’t want to see…
Make me happy…
Even if I am a wholesome
Masochist, it doesn’t matter,
You’ll come and save me.
Things fall apart, please catch me!
-August 10,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem