Some days can be so rough,
And often times it made me cry.
It's not the tears that made me sad,
It's all the times you broke my heart.
Like the sad serenade of autumn,
Where trunks grow old and leaves would fall.
It's not the season that made me sad,
It's all the promises that you forgot.
Remind me when, remind me where,
You broke the rules of our love spell.
It's not the breaking that made me sad,
It's all the games you played so well.
If your love is meant,
Then no one should get hurt.
It's not the pain that made me sad,
It's the times you cheat my love....
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I would like to translate this poem
Some days can be so rough, And often times it made me cry. so is this poem, touchy