When I'm gone I'd like
a some trail behind me.
Such as behind today
becomes yesterday.
Someone was comfortable
and he loves to remember him.
Someone was ugly
and quickly forget it.
When I'm gone
my children will remain.
There is a trace
in front of them
as after today
new tomorrow comes.
Somebody afraid of him
and someone is
looking forward to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem