Streams of water come pouring out of the young boy’s eyes, which led to puddles
His heart ached and throbbed with bitter sorrow
The smile he had once had was now replaced by a sour frown
As he clutched his tissue, he felt as if his pain could never be healed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hehe You put this one! YEAH! ! Lol. I lvoe this one and I don't know why... lol