Време да си взема сбогом

It's time to leave. People are leaving next week. Every day goodbyes have to be said.

It turned out so easy to take someone to your heart, and hold them dear. So fast. And now i's time to part, yet agan, to tear them, to sever the ties, to bury this huddle of life in the graveyard of your past, sometimes well-kempt, sometimes forlorn.

If there is anything which can pick at my heart and bleed it, it's saying goodbye.