And what shall you do,
when I am no more?
No light in the window,
no smile at the door.
What shall you do?
Life will go on.
Forget then the sunset,
embrace the new dawn.
The world is not ending.
To weep would be sin.
Dwell not too long,
in the moment I've been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem