If this ends, this kind of talking
And when you finally go back
To where we once started
Each interested
About each other
Where will you be?
That worries me much,
It will not be the same again.
Surely, it will end
We know, it will, if this ends
We learn to start again, so eagerly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem