Like a drangon fly trying to hold into the moving water,
Like a butterfly failing to get a grib on the west side of la rosa,
Like a bird that tries so heard to nourish the petal,
But the nector isn't enough to let the flower bloom,
It is just not so enough.
I pulled my biggest fight,
Let go of my fears,
My friends and my worst,
But still you saw no man in me.
I gave you my all,
In me you saw a frost.
I tried to crawl,
But you just couldn't see me at all.
Let me pack my lonely-self and go.
I will stick on being the walking walking front.
I just can't keep entertain you no more.
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I would like to translate this poem