Do you remember the time in the park,
when no one was looking around?
The time the woman lay there motionless,
in a field of roses?
Or the time you said you forgot,
and yet I knew the truth?
You were there the whole time and I found all the proof.
I figured you come to me begging me not to go,
But instead you left a rose to say 'I loved you, just to say goodbye.'
Now the story ends, but the tale will stay,
for a new life becomes of ever end
and a beginning to the start and finish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem