Is there still someone in the world you would answer yes to?
Still someone who could turn back all the years and all the mistakes?
Still someone who could make you forget yourself and seek to be a better person?
Perhaps, but I don't think she or I will cross that bridge again,
I've learned to be content and die piecemeal slowly inside.
Some lives are glorious destiny and others are inescapable fate.
I accept, I won't escape this loneliness,
I don't remember a time when I thought otherwise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem