now the two of us meet again.
i am behind you.
I see your neck, it is bloated.
i see your black hair
i know they are all white
you dye them just this morning
before this meeting.
you refuse to look at me
i do not mind.
you look to the other side
where the day is young.
i am always behind you
always willing to tell the truth
if you emote, i will, later.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem