In this heart of mine, 
Now like ember that burns in the hearth, 
True love used to live; 
Now it can't even breath.
When we reach the fork-tongued road, 
We'd follow it separately to the end.
We are never meant to say goodbye
But it's never a do-or-die affair
Someday, we'd just have to say goodbye
Life itself is not always fair.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem