Oh, how bitter is truth,
how melancholy is sorrow,
When a word spoken has caused enough of it,
when a life lost, has ended all of it.
I miss you, and you know that,
because now, you are part of this long sighing place called eternity.
It waits till we find you again.
It waits till I find you again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem from a open heart miss you, and you know that, because now, you are part of this long sighing place called eternity. It waits till we find you again. It waits till I find you again.