Pick up the pieces and
Just keep moving on, my dear-
There is nothing left for you here.
Walked out the door with my
Bags packed and in my hands-
I can safely say I'll never see you again.
And so I run away from you one more time,
Solving all my problems with one last rhyme-
We live in a world where clouds
Are dark and gray,
But I'm holding out for that single sunny day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice my friend