Who is my friend,
Come on and say
In clear terms.
Who is alive
And what is his feeling
Come on and say
In clear terms.
The flower is going to
The air,
Come on and see.
The heaven is
Going backward
With the reward.
Only in namesake,
I am telling
I am okay
And I am sacred.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a journey and we may find many companions and friends, very few will turn out to be true.