The end comes close and I would cry
The bidding of farewell is coming by
And being happy is now all I try
Though I am starting to say bye
I don't know how to wish you goodbye
If me and my heart is going to die
And that you should tell me why
We have to part and bid bye bye
Now is the start of being far
The wounded skin will start to scar
And your broken heart'll never smile
Though you'd still travel a longer mile
Goodbye, a word that doesn't worth the name
Because bidding it makes your weather rain
And that 'til forever ends I can't get by
And I'll only try to hide the scar of goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem