Remember when you were young?
Nothing mattered to you, you could get hurt and just walk away.
Everything was good in those days, but they're long gone.
Now it's sorrow, depression, and teenage angst.
Wishing that we still had time to play like we were kids is useless.
Nothing can bring back the past.
It's gone now all we can do is look forward to the future.
It might not be the future that we hoped for,
But when does everything work the way we want it?
If most people were to lie back and reminisce, they wouldn't hurt.
All of these teenagers now think that hurting themselves or others is fun.
It's not going to stop the pain, no matter how much you cut.
I don't care what anyone tells you, there is always a brighter day,
That's what tomorrow is for.
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I would like to translate this poem
Sad today how kids cut to feel for love. [ the good old days ]