The habit of laughing
and then crying
It was never like that
Your mischief and
pain of separated
It was never like that
If tears come,
I will put them on my eyelids
O drops of blood,
such is your honor
It was never like that
How many sorrows have been forgotten,
O sorrow, thank you
I need you
It was never like that
Even if he comes forward,
I will not see him
Worship this idol of mine
It was never like that
Sitting for a long time
But you did not say
Nor did I say
Relationship with you
It was never like that
Drops of blood are dripping
from a single line
My enemy is this nature
It was never like that
It indeed wasn't like that, of course...well, I immensely like the simple rhythmic refrain of its never having been like that. And this is a pretty sweetly woven poetic magic at the very least - the raw, 'first-felt' libertine's expressions/diction being the obvious stylistic strength in all your sterling poetic nuggets posted on this wonderful platform. Kudos!
It was never like that.... it should never be... A beautiful poem revealing inner emotions and rattling suffocations, smokes of ennui... artfully expressed ... loved it... Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
When you were immersed in the tides of feeling, you knew instinctively how to play and share. Now looking back your feelings are tangled; regrets and judgments have become part of the mixture. The unfolding of a relationship alienates us from the primary feelings. It is good to affirm what it originally was.