For times you looked back and I wasn't there,
for times that you cried on your pillow since
my shoulder wasn't there there for you to lay on,
and for times which you wrote to me and I just didn't answer.
It wasn't because I didn't love you, just because I cared for you.
As I prefer to be far away and have you hurting inside,
than to hurt you myself and regret forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem