My first best friend
in the whole world.
So young, naive.
I want to protect you,
yet I know you need to learn, to experience.
So I try to show you,
I become who you might want to be.
All the while, you're still such a child in my mind.
I refuse to let myself believe it,
but you've become so mature.
A beautifully shining star.
You deserve the world.
I want to help you grab it.
Be happy.
It may be difficult at times,
but you'll make it through.
You are strong, brilliant.
The world in the palm of your hand.
And I'll be here when you need a saving cushion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem