Lonley old man stands on a dark stretch of road wondering when his life will end. For he knows that the future is changing for him. He stands there and wonders why so many people have chosen to go this way. He knows he has not lived a perfect life, and that it's his time to go. Visit all the friends that have left him, catch up on the past. Talk about how it all sliped away from him. Go and apologize for the ones he has wronged and the ones he has killed. He slowly starts to walk to the cliff and then vanishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem