Through the dark sky,
I hear...
my name being called everywhere.
I hear sobs and whines.
Sometimes even joy of people crying aloud.
But some people I hear,
people i reconize...
floated past my ears.
They warmed up my cold hands and freezing heart
and comforted me when im down,
but who are they...
these people that is floatin' around?
They kept me happy!
Happy and always in a good mood.
But, sometimes they're not here.
I sob aloud feeling lonely,
and my energy swept away.
But, once a tear dropped on the ground,
there they would come comforting me again.
But who are they...
they would be my friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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