He is my silent friend,
he has nothing to say to me,
but has something to do for me.
wherever i go he follow me like a shadow.
he never quarrel with me.
I have never seen his face, but
i have some imagination about his face,
he is something like darkness.
i never asked his friendship,
but he never try to leave me alone.
thats why i like his friendship,
and i start to love him.
yes, i admit that my lovely friend 'death' in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem