I have realized it
My time is running out
My soul is going to fly away
Obsequies of mine is going to prepared
Rain will stopped and sun will shine
The world will be happy to lost me
All people will pretend to be sad
Lie will showering my corpse
One day that'll happen to me
Hail storm in my heart getting bigger and bigger...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, but living is better than dying, and no world would be happy to lose you.