It is piling up,
more and more.
The thing that supported me,
I want to see her.
I did cruel things to you,
I definitely didn't want that.
Maybe I'm cursed,
Not being able to love somebody properly.
I really wanted you to smile,
Because a smile suits you best.
In my mind you were always crying,
I wanted to release you from your tears.
Your tears will be released,
Even though I can do it,
Even then why am I hesitating.
I tried to do everything properly.
Maybe the wounds have vanished,
But the scars have always stayed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem