At the last moments of my life,
someone came and told me,
'at your next life,
never separate from who you love,
for his good,
that's totally wrong,
because he/she'll only have sad memories of you.
He/she'll continue with remorse and he'll blame himself,
remember this all your next life.'
then I started to se clearly,
that was a person that used to love,
and what I said was,
'And I thought that I'd be happy remembering that happy moments, but I never realised about what were you feeling, but I promise that in our next lives I'll be with you until dead.'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem