Why so many things that I keep on denying?
Why so many things that I keep on hiding?
Why so many things that I always loosing?
Why so many things that I keep on searching?
Why all the things is not constant but change?
Why all the things is not falling into their own place?
Why those stupid memories are keep on rushing?
Why those stupid person are keep on hanging?
What if I don' deny?
What if I don't hide?
What I don't loose?
What if I don't search?
Is all the things are constant and not change?
Is all the things are fall to their own place?
Tell me why?
Please tell me how?
Because...I don't know why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
because express your true love. Why are you hiding and getting into mess for every thing. The answers are all in you. Have a good day.