Tender
I heard your tears.
You hid behind my door,
And I stood behind you silently.
I was too young to know
How to bury the sorrow.
In my eyes:
If we collected her favorite things,
It would eliminate all of the suffering.
I was too young to know,
That I couldn't make it not grow.
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I would like to translate this poem
i heard your tears the ability to listen to the tears........ i heard it. this itself is very p oetic. thank you very much. tony