What's dear stays loved. There's no Again.
The present stays as sound as sleep,
for what sustains us will remain.
What's dear stays loved. There's no Again.
Your straining songs- we still maintain.
That voice won't fade if dirges weep.
What's dear stays loved. There's no Again.
The present stays as sound as sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem