Fewer are happy.
Although with things to claim,
They have happiness possessed.
Happiness to achieve and feeling success.
Yet fewer of them are left to express,
What it means to have feelings...
Basic to define and only to address.
And finding that to accept.
'What would happen,
If your things were re-possessed?
Would you have any confidence left? '
~I would, yes.
But my friends would have doubts.
And losing them would leave me stressed.
That's why I do my best to keep them.~
'Possessions obtain,
Has nothing to do...
With friendships that remain.'
~Oh?
And where does that neighborhood exist? ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem