Walking on the edge, not knowing what to expect, leaves an
expectant waiting as if something is to be born and we know
not when, how or why.
Difficulty follows all who are undecided when it comes to
figuring out and analyzing a person.
Bringing no peace of mind causes people to do a dance,
chasing each other back and forth, never knowing if they'll
be able to hold hands or talk or love.
Let go, trust in yourself, your goodness, and you will have
many friends without even trying to know about them.
Just by accepting them in all their glorious faults, their
loving fits you, and you have come close to the friendship
that is in all of us.
Keeping your mind open and letting them just fit into your
life is most important.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem