You reach the end and I could not cry,
Nor to the past my thoughts would fly,
You don’t see the wounds of the knife,
You left as present to my future life.
For this journey, I have no farewell,
Without anymore loving you,
Without no more hating you,
Without memories, I feel so well.
No time to be wasted in forgiveness,
No more tears, no trace of sadness,
These years of nightmare all gone,
Now I will live in search of my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem