Seeing the cheerful passer-by,
I also try
To walk joyously like him
In my sweetest dream;
But in vain,
I can only feign,
As I notice a dark and gloomy spot in my soul,
Which ruthlessly prevents me from achieving my pleasant goal.
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I would like to translate this poem
don't worry hat spot will also pass by just to it say good bye