Afternoon nap time is no longer needed.
Free time is awesome, but I feel alone.
Ready to go out and do something fun.
As I am waiting for someone to take me out.
I realize I don't have that person no more.
Depressed, as I fear I won't get anyone
else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reflects a pensive mood amid some hope to get back those happy days of the past. Thanks. This is quite impressive.