Today it will live.
Tomorrow it will die.
She has nothing else to give,
Maybe next time she'll give it another try.
So full of pain.
She keeps asking herself 'why? '
It's not something you can tame.
I give her sympathy as tears flow down her eyes.
...now it is blood
...and...
It is time to say goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem