the sun shone on my face
and it was as beautiful as my heart.
but then it started to rain
and i ran to hide and gone berserk.
in the dark i couldn't see myself
it's as if i did not exist.
i was afraid of being hurt
i prepared to throw a fist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true were all afraid of getting hurt