Come into the street and walk there
Think of the loved and those you lost
Long for caring - longing to care
Feel the pavement beneath your feet
As passers-by are lost to thought
Scarcely glancing others' faces
And in each step the fact is taught
That little leaves but empty traces
Trusting forward - look sadly back
Confide to time your broken heart
Smile to yourself then quick the track
That end be better than the start
We hope ourselves for endless love
We tell each other gentle lies
We dream that heaven shines above
But truth is where the ending lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem