Oh, how i wish to be forgiven,
and your friend again.
I thought we had it all.
Why did it have to end? ? ?
Now everyone likes you.
All the pretty girls.
I am not one of them.
I look like a squirrel! ! ! ! !
Most of them look so nice.
To them I cant compare.
I'm alone in the dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem