People judge us and there is only one thing to do.
Let it be. Let it be and remind yourself that
Yesterday is the history, and we can't change it.
What's happened has happened, so we have to live
with it. Tomorrow is a mystery, we must face it.
We never can tell what will happen before time, we
can never anticipate what will be. The only thing I
know is that the past is part of me. As much as I
would love to rid myself of the blemishes of my past,
I do understand, and face the reality that what I've
done will cage me in my shame and hate until time
indefinite. But tomorrow, we can work to make sure
that we stand up for what we believe in. We make this
revolution every year, That we'll start defending what
means important to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good stand, and good understanding!