I remember oh so well,
A tale too clear, like a bell.
Replaying scenes of your goodbyes
A never-ending loop of lies
Just like yesterday it seems,
A heartache wrapped in haunting dreams.
Words you spoke before you flew,
A sword you stabbed aches my soul
In the dark abyss,
Yearning for release,
Relapse drags me back,
Where I lost my peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The intensity of the pain of parting is the same as that of the joy of newfound love. Life is like that. We gain and we lose. What we lost today would be found in manifold tomorrow. When winter is here, can Spring be far behind?