My hat is far too big,
I don’t know what to do!
It keeps slipping over my eyes,
And now I can’t see you.
My coat is far too small,
The wind, it goes right through,
I can’t do the buttons up
oh, what, is a girl to do! ! ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
It keeps slipping over my eyes, And now I can’t see you. from the so called silly thoughts you rise to be a poetess. wonderful. you are teaching us that every little things in our lives has its own value. thank you. tony