Do you remember the time in the park, 
when no one was looking around? 
The time the woman lay there motionless, 
in a field of roses? 
Or the time you said you forgot, 
and yet I knew the truth? 
You were there the whole time and I found all the proof.
I figured you come to me begging me not to go, 
But instead you left a rose to say 'I loved you, just to say goodbye.'
Now the story ends, but the tale will stay, 
for a new life becomes of ever end 
and a beginning to the start and finish.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    