In this heart of mine,
Now like ember that burns in the hearth,
True love used to live;
Now it can't even breath.
When we reach the fork-tongued road,
We'd follow it separately to the end.
We are never meant to say goodbye
But it's never a do-or-die affair
Someday, we'd just have to say goodbye
Life itself is not always fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem