If your tears weren't colorless
Then even a pillow wouldn't be a nice fellow.
All your secret it would cry at dawn
Everyone it would warn:
Come on see my cover,
Betray the lover!
If your tears weren't colorless
Then everywhere would be dangerous
No place to hesitate for betrayals!
No place to cry!
And even a smile wouldn't be worthwhile
As it could no one reconcile!
It might be better to say As it could no more reconcile. Otherwise, good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting thought is imbibed in this poem, loved it.
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