A childhood shrouded in bliss
Near those around we can rely
What shadow beckons with a hiss
A pity we all have to die
Smell of nostalgia in the air
A whiff of beauty passing by
Reaching for forms no longer there
A pity we all have to die
They are awaiting your rebound
Warm hands and arms in yonder sky
A magic life in the next round
We pity you until you die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem