At some point in my life, I shall acknowledge the aloneness of
The romantic aloofness choice I made
It hasn't been long enough yet, and it has been cloistering
Quiet and quivering
What if I laugh and no one to share?
What if I grow too old and no one to care?
What if I die tonight and no one to cry?
It is remarkable how otherning the self is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem