Moving on is like crossing a bridge.
You have to go over and through things
That everyone goes through.
Try to maintain who you are
But try not to destroy yourself.
We are like cars crossing over the bridge.
We go over bumps, and go through hurt and suffering.
Some may stop, but others push them along,
Through it.
We will always remember our past,
Whether we want to or not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem