Come, take my hand and let us walk awhile,
Away from all the hustle-bustle here,
Let's talk and walk a quiet country mile
To where the air and what we think is clear.
Let's talk about the past we might have had,
The future that is never going to be
And for a magic moment let's be glad
There's still a little world for you and me.
Let's talk about the future that we'll miss
And speculate on how it might have been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem