As I watch the blood fall onto the floor,
I see a sight I have not seen before.
As I watch the man standing in the sun,
I realize he is holding a gun.
I think this is probably the end,
And I hope you will understand.
I know this is my fate,
Now heaven please open your gate.
He does not wait to seal my fate,
I know now that it’s too late.
I hear the shot ring through the hall,
I feel no pain as I start to fall.
I know now that this is the end,
And I hope you will understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem