As I lay on the hill with my friend
Laughing at the shapes in the clouds,
The sun shines on my face.
I turn to him with the sun in my eyes.
And we started to talk about how time flies.
Thinking that moments like these
Don't last forever.
Thinking of all the other good times,
Before we leave the hill
And the memories on it.
But maybe in another life
We won't have to leave the hill or the
memories.
And the sun will always shine
as bright as it does when it shines
On our faces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem