This chapter almost done
Feeling like the setting sun
Gradually fading light
Soon, to be replaced by the night
Time moves so fast
As future turns to past
With you, no longer to be
The end, a stark reality
Will I rise once more?
Or is this the last time, they close the door?
From you, my leave I take
Only napping or never to awake?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem