I lay here on my bed,
Thinking about my future,
That was in the process of formation.
Will future be my result of my past?
I wish no such thing happens.
I had a number of sins done in past,
I know I was a fool that time.
Will my past take away all the happiness of my future?
I wish no such thing happens.
My present is going on,
Someday it will also become my past.
Will I be able to make a good future?
I wish my past had went nicely.
But wait, why I am so sad about past?
My present is here and I can still make it better,
And yeah my future will become best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem