Nothing scares away sadness like a naked 'me' dancing in his room.
After the first step, you'll already see depression running towards the door screaming 'NO! NO! Not again, have mercy! '
But after 'me' is already dressed and ready to sleep, depression sneaks back in and dances in his head.
After the first step, you'll already see 'me' curling up in his blanket mumbling 'No, no, not again. Have mercy.
And nothing drives 'me' crazy like a persistent depression dancing in his head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem