Lamenting a Lost Moment

Goodbye my friend!
From here we go our separate ways.
Friend, let go of my hand.
How can it be possible
         for us to go in opposite directions
And you keep holding my hand?
My hands do not reach out so far.
How long should I turn back
         and keep looking back at you?
There will be mountains in my journey.
To be able to cut across the mountain and to reach out to you,
          my eyes are not so sharp.
How long should I go on calling out to you?
How will my voice reach you?
It will come back to me like an echo.
I have no power over the wind!
Who can deny the infinite pain of this moment?
Let me lament for this moment.
In the next instant it would be turned into
           an interval of time.
From one moment to another
From me to you
           there would be a distance in time.
To tune back this tidal flow of time,
            I have no power!