People always leave.
Even when I’d wish them to stay.
An irony of life.
It just happens that way.
Stories always end.
Even thou they be good.
Who could stop change?
I would if I could.
Pain always comes.
And friends seem to go.
You try to hold on.
But still you let go.
Tears always dry.
And frowns do erase.
I welcome this smile,
I see on my face.
People must die.
And so to must live.
I made my choice.
I didn’t even flinch.
The brink of extinction.
The verge to collapse.
I’m leaving today.
I’m not coming back.
People always leave.
And that is so true.
If everyone leaves?
Then what shall I do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem