Where should I go?
What should I do?
The past calls me
I'm long overdue
My soul is weary
I feel so old
With nothing to hold
I'm feeling so cold
I look at the sky
The Mallorn trees
I look at this land
And beyond the sea
I have to leave you
I shall always miss you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem