Alone I am again.
So what is new?
I've been here before.
Living the life of an outcast,
to be amused of one's self is a must
I'm hanging on I think I can.
Hoping one day you'll come.
Together we'll laugh in the sun,
walk hand in hand in the mist.
Do you really exist?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem