That's all for now, it's time of going home,
The party is to take its final breath anon.
My darling friends, I want to thank you all, -
Take care, don't miss, don't ail, have fun!
It's just a picture I hence deeply contemplate,
Reminding me of those terrific moments that we shared.
I wish we could return to that benignant state,
To congregate again, to get a new game played.
The Sun will be reborn.
Aged ice, imprisoner of souls, will melt.
Grasshoppers once be jumping in the haze.
And all mundane distresses will be conjured and dispelled,
The blink will come.
We'll meet.
Just like in old sweet days.
(Перевод http://www.stihi.ru/2013/08/26/6587)