When I go down the stairs,
sometimes I feel
I'm going up, not going down.
Even if it looks like
I go down the stairs to my eyes,
seen from another world not here,
I may be going up the stairs.
Sometimes I think so.
A lot of pain and sadness afflicted me,
but I didn't fall down, I crawled up.
And I'm alive like this now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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