The haze of the past will never let you see the horizon down the road
As you keep walking, bearing past memories heavy load
As you wonder how to get over this overwhelming sense of loss
The answer lies on the fork in the road you came across
You could hold on to something that was never meant to be
Or choose the heart wanting to be set free
The key to freedom more than all is to love yourself
Cause the burden came when you gave that love to someone else
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem