A sadness falling with it's many tear drops and salted
taste upon this mind.
Tempting thoughts of suicide playing soccer with drops
of tears, causing quite a stir within this intellect.
Reasons abounding to follow suit, yet life is too
precious to let it go in such a horrendous way.
Staying and living with the sadness is the only alter-
native left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem