Since you've been gone,
my love,
the days
have lost their splendour
the flowers
look withered
and in spring
I barely notice
the trees in bloom.
Since you've been gone,
my love,
the Christmas lights
look dark
and I greet the new year
unsmiling
while the Nativity set
stays shut
in its box.
It's life
that changes the future
but it's always death
that changes the present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem