When 'the beginning of the end' starts;
It's far imagining, what feels the heart.
You have to live against your will;
Thoughts are frozen how time will be killed.
Anyone may never come to that place;
Where I'm and what I have faced.
It's Christmastide not faraway is New-Year's;
But my days spend constantly with tears.
Everyone seems busy to select the fine cards;
Because they want to send to their sweet-hearts.
After a lot of selection finally I also bought;
When carefully written, then came in my thought.
Will this card change your decision, if I send?
'cause just started our 'beginning of the end'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem