Is it so simple like that?
Or is just happiness just another glorious act?
The more you try to laugh
The more pain you breed behind
It is in the water love
The way it flows unbothered
But keeps in its guts all the dirty rocks that gathered
Through its frantic running
Beneath the gutter
The river seems so clean and steady and untouched today
So transparent, like a bland reflection before the fray
But in its core, it's crying further than its frantic run
It overflows for those that laugh so much
And still stay pretty bad
And all this guilt pilled up
Inside the holy water of the human
All the darkness behind the blissful acts
Is the reflection of those that silently bother
Behind the laugh
And as much as they need to throw it off
They are getting worse
Enough
Happiness needs to stick to reason
To defend your laugh
Happiness is not the carefree season
But the stained whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem