Remember this day, next time
when you're about to gamble with your luck
Remember this day, next time
the promisses you made, broken next day
Remember this day, of regret
stupidity is part of me, donkey like features
Everything I see now, is a memory in the past
Things I didn't let go
Things I've left a side
Makes my stumache squeeze
Should stay or just leave
Dilemmas strike me everyday
Doesn't scare me as much
as waiting for storms to pass
I feel so weak
It's torment to not know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem