I am a sidewalk that cannot handle another footstep;
A bone that is too weak to be broken
because it halted growth and from motion is kept.
And I'm the game machine spitting out tokens.
The ocean floor is delightful
in comparison to the covering upon my heart.
Slowly, it bends to pressure, refusing my pull!
I wait for you to disappoint me before you start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem