There are many histories I need not share,
because to myself I hadn't been fair.
You believe you've a troubled trail behind you
but let me remind you-I have one too.
The sky may be clear
and you may call me dear
but we needn't ignore
what happened before.
We are stronger
and so we should last a little longer
On this road we meet.
Together-at last-in spite of our past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem