Like the falling stream.
I cried the ocean.
For so long.
That I can never endure.
Like the broken vase.
It broke my heart.
Into many pieces.
That I can never melt.
Like the stolen fortune.
It stole my happiness.
And leave the sadness aback.
That I can never be consoled.
Like the fading paint.
It faded away my smile.
Thorough and thorough.
That it can never bloom again.
Like the hindered fate.
I ran after my lost dream.
Getting darker and darker.
That I can never find again.
Like the genius potter.
I tend to create my things.
Into the version of my wants.
That I can never be betrayed again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and interesting to read. Thanks for sharing