A little cry,
but too much groaning.
A little smile,
but too much frowning.
A little walk,
but too much running.
A little talk,
but too much thinking.
A little impact,
but too much destruction.
A little love,
but a lot of confusion.
A little gain
out of net-breaking pains.
A little sleep,
but long time been awake.
A little result,
but too much effort.
A whole lot of pleading,
but where is the comfort?
A little appreciation,
but too much responsibility.
Big dreams!
But the opposite is reality.
A little relief,
but too much worry.
Great believe,
but too much mockery.
A lot of confession,
though with great difficulty.
Big anticipation,
countless vanity.
A little fulfilment,
but too much embarrassment.
A little enjoyment,
but too much disappointment.
A little joy,
but too much agony.
A little freedom,
but too much slavery.
Elusive truth,
but ubiquitous lie.
A brand new shoe,
but fake quality and style.
These are what I get,
but not that I deserve them.
Sometimes I wonder
If heaven is against me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem