Oh my dear
Death is here
Upon this saddening life
So farewell it is
To many of you
Near and far
For tomorrow they say
I die
The fruits and flowers
Are all blossoms
For you to sing and sigh
For memory is a distant thing
That time heals quickly by
Farewell it is
To this computer
That I have written
Over a thousand nights
Farewell it is
To this unruly room
Still drenched in smoke
Where I have spent
Years and years
Of my life
Farewell, Farewell
Friends and foe
From far and near
For tomorrow they say
I die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For Tomorrow I can't die Tomorrow is not the being of coming! And I'm sole destruction of present! ................ ////