why do we lie to hurt so much?
it's so easy to destroy a heart
but never easy to get one
a heart is special and different
for each of us
my heart is like an unknown flower
so rare
moving swiftly
by the melodies of the wind
so delicate
with a slight pull it might die
a heart must be protected
never destroyed
if you pull someone's flower out
one day someone will pull your flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem