I once was here,
but now I'm gone.
I left my name to carry on.
Although a name holds no meaning,
Just used for identification.
In a world that cares very little,
what is a name really?
It is something given by others,
Can I really call it mine?
We are what we are inside,
While a name fades with time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem