The sunrise is the start
And the sunset is the end
So many hearts broken apart
With not one hand to be lend
So many faces young and old
Too many to count
And too many to let go
How can we mount to this?
Children play with their kin
Until the day end
To lay soft and still with their kin
Waiting to be mend
So hard to look back
When you fall
Stop with a hard piece of black
Can't even call
The sunrise is the start
And the sunset is the end
So hard to part
With the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem