Softened tones coming to mind as sadness tiptoes in and
sits down in a corner, watching what is going on.
Holding back as they are forming within it's eyes, stories
being remembered in droplets of many tears as they create
moods that dwell within this soul.
Wanting and hoping to remember everything without them,
but it is impossible, because even the joy and happiness
must always come to an end in tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem