I will cry the day you leave
I hope that for your death, I do not grieve
I do not know what I will do if you do not return
For your love I will yearn
I will miss talking to you everyday
I wish you didn’t have to go, I want you to stay
I don’t want to lose you
What will become of me if I do?
Good luck my beloved brave soldier, I bid you farewell
Come back to me, when you are released from hell…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem