Life goes on and never stops.
You watch people come and go.
Tears flow and flow,
They know no ends to which they go.
You become hard and cold,
Trying to save your self the pain.
Only to become more soft hearted.
You never forget the ones that are so dear to you.
These people that you owe your life,
unknowly.
To everyone else these people mean nothing,
but to you they mean more then you know.
You'd die to protect them.
You'd suffer a hundred deaths just for them.
Your protection knows no ends.
To you you owe these people your life,
For everythign they've done for you,
But to them you owe them nothing.
These are real friends.
The ones that can come and go and you'd never forget them.
The ones that are forever stuck in your memories.
You know this now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem