A heart is as fragile as glass
A single blow can make it shatter
The heart then screams in pain
The sorrow makes it sadder
A broken heart is empty
There is no light shining within
The only thing left is darkness
The heart feels heavier than sin
The broken heart is filled with anger
It holds grief, despair, and pain
And even when put back together
The heart is never the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not too concise but real enough to truly portray the heart. word