Dying was not among our plans
We were young, dared not question love
And carried the world with softer hands
With a dream still lingering above.
What change has bloomed since the shot was taken
The cabinets of time in which we’re filing
For I cannot smile and remain unshaken
When knowing that you are not smiling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem