Have you ever cried over the past?
Did you ever wonder why it couldn’t last?
Moving on is Hard to do,
Leaving things, which make you….you….
You want things to remain as they have,
But things always change,
Nothings forever, were never the same,
Lost in a world where Nostalgia rules,
All becoming what they hate,
You want to go back, but it’s already too late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem