A cigarette is lit,
Up in smoke it goes,
It is lit again.
Raindrops fall
And go into the ground,
They fall again.
We meet to love,
To love and part
And go our separate paths.
Raindrops will fall,
Cigarettes will be lit,
Will we ever meet
To stay
And not to split?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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