It's time to let go.
What you think that was, isn't.
What you wish there is, a mere illusion.
It's time to let go.
The past you created did not exist,
The happiness you wish for has long vanished.
The desperate attempts are merely empty clutches,
Can man really clench wind in their fist?
I wish you bluebirds in the spring,
To give your heart a song to sing,
I wish you health, and more than wealth,
I wish you would go, and never look back.