Goodbye echo, the time has come
your words are fading away.
Barely can we hear you now,
no longer do you choose to stay.
Your tone was sweet and fresh,
in some prior place of time,
but now like a sunset to the west,
your presence we will soon not find.
When your voice was young, anew
the feeling of closeness, it was so,
but like a love that turns old and stale,
along comes gust and gale,
then off with another wind you blow.
Goodbye echo, the time has come,
union as one you choose to shun.
Away, a-fading into nothingness, you go,
along with, the setting sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem