On the lonely streets we find them
Strangers, as they are referred to
We give our hearts to some of them
And also love, so precious and true
As it grows further, One fine day
'Forget me! ', they say to you
And they leave your hands on the way
Fly away, they leave you blue....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all in the game of life....