Yes yes yes.
This repetition of one word keeps me feeling depressed.
No no no.
On some days your talent ebbs ebbs ebbs and doesn't flow.
You'll learn.
You'll learn about these things as a kid and you'll learn them again as an adult.
As an old man, you'll realise there was no use worrying either way.
Seems there has to be something to concern yourself with though.
Doesn't there?
Don't you think so?
Hi Hi Hi.
If you're saying that, don't forget the goodbyes.
Low low low.
That is how I feel when you go.
I've learnt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem