I gave up my delusions
I cling to no illusions
now I must face the facts
and grave realities
perhaps you might remember
the meaning of surrender
with every burden lifted
into the peaceful night
now I must bid farewell
and break this mortal spell
yet I'll be close at hand
so please do not forget
I'll see you in the twilight
I'll look for you at midnight
reach out or call my name
and always I'll be there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So moving the scene painted as departure!