When i think of the past
It saddens me
I should have done the most important things at last
Then i cry, though i am not one who cries often
But after that
My features soften
Sadly i remind myself, one way or another
Sorrows and disappointments are part of life
Like says my favorite poet:
To die you just have to be alive.
Oh! dear friend, if you knew
Like you there are just a few
So i come to you with a warning
Be true to yourself,
That way you won't have to grieve over past troubles
It is the wisest thing i can tell you now
Dearest friend, this isn't a good-bye,
It is a see you later
Take care of yourself
Don't harm what is also mine!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem