Every man needs someone,
who listens to him,
who plays with him,
who find solace in them,
who quarrels with him,
who advise him,
and most of all,
who loves him...
and that's a friend.
Our friendship,
won't melt in summer,
won't freeze in winter,
won't fall in autumn but still,
it will bloom even if it is not spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem