What makes a house to be a home? ?
A little smile;
A little of happiness;
Some dreams;
A crescent size of moon;
Two cute little feet which became four with us.
But could we make it? ?
The rough and harsh reality of our life;
Took away your and my little home from us;
Left us like Coleridge's the Ancient Mariner,
'Alone, alone,
all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem