Holding my pen for a while
Tonight, I don't know what to say
I wonder why I still try
I need to wake up my imagination
I need a spark of inspiration
An idea, an emotion
I took off my glasses
Lost in my thoughts
Then, I found the magic door of words
Oh well, such is life
Sometimes, you don't know how to label your feelings
You lose inspiration, you don't see the signs
But you have to find your way through the fog and limbs
Be stubborn about your goals
There are too many doors
Be bold enough to design your life, it is only yours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem