When ‘m joyful, I can hear
wholehearted laughs
and uncaring wide smiles
everywhere.
Regardless of the shape of the lips
or color of the teeth or the custom of the society, so and so..
When ‘m down with agony, I can see
swollen tired eyes with pretty lashes stick together,
swamping from time to time
regardless of the beauty of eyes..
And then what makes things worse is the re-winding
Rewinding to infuriating to humiliating to a loud scream,
when ‘m down, done.
And just go with it, when ‘m up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem