You can't tell me your whole story
Like you, I'm not going to tell the whole story of my life
We don't tell all stories like that
We tend to forget the story of life
You know that life is lived in hiding
This is probably what you're struggling with
Not all life stories are told to others
Half of our lives are driven by suffering
The rest is partly happiness and peace
How to express grief in front of others?
People get sad when they get the news of someone's misfortune
The sense of survival is debilitating
So by putting together your story and mine
We can create a long story where there is no fear and no regression
The story that keeps moving forward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem