I remember when I would boast,
of my ability to cry whenever I want.
But now I no longer boast,
for I have reason to cry.
At any hour,
any minute,
any second,
sadness.
Now it’s all I can do to hold back the tears,
and they always come anyway,
whether I want them to or not.
Tears are nothing to glorify.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this makes me think.. how many times have i cried without tears? ! .. was i wrong? ! .. should i cry them again now just to boast.. it's really worthy thinking! !