When is it good to say goodbye?
When you can’t even notice how time can fly?
When will you be able to say,
How easy it is to let him go away?
Can you make him stay,
Or let him be on his own way?
Will you let him, knowing your heart
Will pay so dearly for that day?
Reaching out and touching him is
Like a fish without the fins;
You’ll never move on from the life
That brings you grief and strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem