Why can't I promisse myself peace of mind?
Why can't I stick with a no-stress life style?
How come it is - every time I'm fed up,
Still can't I stay true to my low-key life?
Why do I have to feel guilty for quitting?
Why can't I be a weak woman, weak wife?
Though 'weak' term is too weak to describe it,
I mean no-stress, yes-my-dear kind of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem