Many pencil in my sack...
But, i can't take out a pencil...
I keep on writing alone...
Many pencil in my case...
but, i can't take out a pencil yesterday...
I must as well live alone...
Many month passes by...
But, I can't write a letter...
I listen as my heart cry...
Many poems in my note book...
But, why can't i write a letter...
I bet tomorrow...
There will be no pencil...
I will be alone...
Forever and ever...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's easier to write poetry than a love letter, dear young man!