Is it water that rolls down our cheeks to cleanse our soul and rid of horror and sorrow?
Is it something that puts a chain around our hearts and turns the key in a lock to protect our hearts from hatred and hurt?
Is it a way of communication, our own way of telling people that something's wrong or not right?
Is it like a thought, washing away sorrow and bringing happiness?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem