Now and then, I feel guilty like i have the blood of you in my hands
All that happened wont be ignored for long by me
Just wishing you understand, I only tried to save our time.
I wish you go on, not looking back from that direction you are on.
I do not want to read anymore of those notes in your eyes
Telling me i wasnt fair.
The sad part of goodbye is always having to say it over and over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem