Leaving her home in fear,
She had promised to give it a year,
Watching the rain slapping at her windshield.
Just like a winding road,
The burden of her life is a heavy load,
Watching the rain slapping at her windshield.
The path was very steep,
With promises he didn't keep,
Watching the rain slapping at her windshield.
Waiting for the sun to break free,
Her future looming darkly, she wants to see,
Through the rain slapping at her windshield.
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I would like to translate this poem
A vivid portrait of life........you paint! Indeed 'Like the rain....slapping at the windshield.' An excellent composition.