She doesn't know how to overcome.
She just watches her own life,
slip away into the past.
The children made her ride their voyages,
she can't become like us.
The Piercing eyes, are the wounded.
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I would like to translate this poem
She doesn't know how to overcome. She just watches her own life, slip away into the past. loneliness portrayed well wounded eyes.. thank you. tony
Thanks, for totally understanding this poem. It'll make even more sense if you read the other three parts.