Sour is love,
Like a break up message at midnight;
Like 'good night' with the sense of 'good bye'.
Sour is life,
Like 'I'm sorry' in endless frustrated eyes,
Like no two can leave each other with no tears.
Ends are no harder than beginnings.
Flowering is no different than wilting.
It's knowing, knowing is what makes us adventurers,
And daring, daring to flower just to wilt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem