Never in my past there was none
of every moments of passing fun
And we wish will no long end
as the ambiance stay to pend
The Indian summer fast approach
as maple leaves gives a coach
to guide us in our last days
but is a paradox to part ways
We can be life's marionette
with no strawberries in a punnet
or cut the strings holding last
and leave us fainted with the past
But we are destined to live as one
for four years now then we are gone
our bond is clear and God will hear
our prayers dear still all has fear
Now we watch the fireworks play
the paradox it always display
to make us happy but is not
promise every year forget us not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem