Like the sky that goes far when we go nearer, you went on going and I kept following you like your shadow..
Finally I understood you are the moon that could never be attained by this innocent boy..
In the process of finding a pair to my heart I have lost my own..
I really hate those screaming in my mind..
Sometimes I feel I was living in hell..
In the end, I have stopped crying not because I am tired..
But because I know it is time for me to become stronger as things uglier than this are yet to happen...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem