I am but of young age
I want to do the most with what I have left.
But I can already see that sun setting.
The distance might seem far.
But it's not.
I know not how it will happen.
I know not when it will happen.
A mystery to the mortal being.
To a shadow he is still clinging.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem