There were people that inflicted pain in my life
for a long time including my mom
And it made me so sad back then
But the people that had inflicted pain on me I never saw them again
Or crossed their path again
Because I don't know where they are
And it doesn't matter to me anymore because it is now history
Eventhough the past is the past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The past belongs to another time; best leave alone. Living in the present is more profitable to the individual than raking the past.