Inside the car,
Waiting to move.
As we move,
Why am I getting weaker?
He always ask me the same question,
Its irritating me yet so painful.
I think over and over again,
The things I've been doing.
Counting the days,
That I was crying.
Everything was just a lie,
A thin ice.
Minutes has passed,
That he finishes talking.
I've sigh a bit,
And started to spoke my statement.
As I spoke,
The tears in my eyes slowly falls.
Please help me,
My tears and the pain in my heart
Keeps drowning me.
The tension inside is getting higher,
Why am I getting so weaker?
All I wanna ask...
'If I am happy, and of all them believes in it.
Then why am I crying? '
- YongHaeSoon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem