If it were my last day
I would declare my destiny
Take back what you took from me
Yes, this day would be so sweet
And though it's my last day
This angelic soul never dies
No more lies, and no more cries
From the burdens, I will rise
The sky has brightened
The stars are shining
The sun has set but the moon is lighting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem