He has lost me now.
Not my fault. He is so dim.
Now I make you say, 'I wonder how? '
Now I'm gone.
I hope you feel blue.
You and I shall never bond.
I no longer love you.
Now that you have said good-bye.
Give me a few.
So I will soar, and I will fly.
As soon as I stop crying over you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem