So now you're cooler,
now you're better,
now you're everything
you always wanted.
You're also dying.
Why do we finally realize
that we only have one life
when it's almost gone?
You should be suffering,
or so the doctors said.
You shouldn't be able
to even leave the bed.
But you're running free and happy.
Why do we finally realize
that we only have one life
when it's almost gone?
How can you welcome both life and death?
How can you be so sure?
I wondered like a child,
when she took my hand
and just smiled.
Why do we finally realize
that we only have one life
when it's almost gone?
The last time I saw her
I will never forget.
She whispered in my ear
that to live, one must first die.
I didn't get it at first,
but I think I'm starting to understand
that the end of this life
is only the beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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