Would Life still love me-
Even if creatures don't;
Or would Love want me living-
Would it care about hurt?
If Life could love me;
In spite of all,
Or if Love could cherish,
Though I still fall;
Should heart keep beating,
While lungs do breathe-
Does it bear repeating,
I'm meant to live?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life and Love are the only ones that know all of you, all of me, all of us all. I really enjoyed this one.