Song not poem

Sometimes, if i turn and look back
To where your unchanging smile was,
Both on the day when i stood still after walking to exhaustion,
And on the day of that small delight

When you taught me a love,
That couldn't be carried in my own two hands alone....

Ah, still that warmly, so tenderly reawakened breeze,
Keeps on blowing through,
With the same radiance it had on that day.

The depth of guilt of that which betrays,
The strength of belief in each other,
The countless noons and nights
I take these things into my heart before i go.

On the road of meetings and partings,
While we're being hurt, we keep on walking, don't we?

Ah, now that warmly, so tenderly reawakening breeze,
Keeps gazing at the lonely sky
And smiling down on me,
Still with me the same radiance it had that day;
I keep waving my hand
To the everlasting memory of you!!