How did you become another face,
in the panshot of the crowd?
Why is your voice now part of the chorus,
when it used to be so loud?
Like a shooting star you were in my life,
But you were just as quickly gone.
So after all this time,
who speaks first?
Because it's unclear whose in the wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem