Christmas. Oh Christmas.
I think it's better not to get ahead of ourselves.
I think it's better not let it make the fool of us.
We are so rational everyday.
but here we are,
wishing the festival magic will ever come true
Maybe Christmas is the day we get to act silly,
be a little more like a human
Especially in Christmas
Because at Christmas you tell the truth.
Even It means your heart got broken, again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem