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