The English version...
   
   You are gone, on the dawn of your 17th birthday

   By a gun shot, your blood blossoms into a flower
   Dazzling, moist… it reflects first beam of sun
   Grass soaks in it, breathing in pain…
   A summer tale--- sad, mad
   You died, on the dawn of your 17th birthday
   
   17 years ago, you came here with the first cry,
   The first step, the first word, the first day of school…
   You dreamed all dreams
   Read all poems, sang all songs
   You were ready to become a real man
   
   You are gone, to another world---
   The destination for all of us
   Sun rises, sun sets
   Autumn is here, autumn is gone
   We eat, drink, get married and have kids
   World is still the world
   Even without you
   
   But you are you, a forever 17 year old boy
   A page in the history book
   A star in the eternal sky
   A forever wound on your mother’s chest
   
   
   06/03/2007
   
   
   
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