The tears are your regrets.
They're pouring on your cheeks.
I know you try your best.
I know you are not weak.
You are suffocated?
You cannot bear them?
Now, you cannot move on.
The tears are still pouring.
Someday, you can hold on
and keep your breathing.
- One Whistle -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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