Read this poem from here downwards
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I might cry from it
What's in front of me
But I don't want to see
One day I may turn around
We are silent souls
They stop us speaking
But they also stop people
Their rain shields stop the rain
With rain shields
Who cover themselves
Through a crowd of strangers
I feel like I'm walking backwards
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Then read this poem from here upwards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem