I don't expect him anymore,
it is his way to give up,
Even though I need him so,
I'm used to the sad breakup.
I don't count on anything,
as far as he's concerned,
I have ended lonely many times,
This I finally have learned.
Save yourself, hold on to all,
It will just be temporary burned.
Actually you've won the sadness,
you have held on to yourself,
and not many can win this way,
but I can rely upon myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem