I have a nightmare.
I stand there, at the airport,
and say goodbye to the largest group of friends I have ever known,
in so little time, I've become so attached to them.
I turn around so they do not see it,
see the tears that run down my face.
I wish I could stop time,
or slow it down.
But that is impossible, I'm afraid.
Humans do not have the power to control time,
and we can only enjoy the times that are given to us.
So, even though I don't know when I'll see my friends again,
I hope it will be soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem