One day I was thinking in bed.
Who will console me after I’m dead? 
Who will lend a shoulder for me to lie on? 
Who will remember me after I am all gone? 
Who am I to say goodbye? 
Is there anyone I can rely? 
Nobody will remember me? 
They will remember a tree? 
One day I was thinking in bed.
Who will console me after I am dead?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem