now i’d experienced all the risks
that my mom used to insist
it’s quite tiring but good
and it made me to be tough as a wood..
no matter how i cried
it’s all i’d got to tried
it’s killing me inside
but in the other side it makes my heart wide..
all of these are not easy
but i tried to do it willingly
foe the sake of myself
and not to be kept on a shelf..
i wish i could still have a chance
and do things that i really want
it might be late
but still im willing to wait…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'i wish i could still have a chance and do things that i really want it might be late but still im willing to wait…' Nice realization, love the last four bright lines most.