La Răscruce de Gânduri

This good-bye won't be taken in by my heart, no more words to be born, no more thoughts to be shaped, just an infinite sea of hope, for only one regret: this good-bye really has to be said.

The day when the path becomes too narrow, and the sky turns invisible, all hearts buried  from the sight, ghosts from the past torturing the mind, The day has come  to be forgiving with yourself. The mad world is always  asking for its price, the price of your happiness, collected in so many years, and through so many people, paid with interest, and  with your sleepless nights. That day has come,  but fear not: this too will be forgotten.