Let me never cry like before
Let me feel sorrow nevermore
Please leave me a song
To tell me its not wrong
To feel no anger, no pain
The walk through 57th and main
The feeling never died
But forever it shall hide
Behind my hand my face
A distant land
Only I can read it
Every one little bit
Of my heart that once was red
Now its blue and I forget
The summons of that pure feeling
Come again with my new healing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Behind my hand my face A distant land Only I can read it Every one little bit' 10 for this nice poem.