WHEN peaple hide, they bury the keys and locks.
WHEN peaple hide, they throw away their passions,
and cover it with spit and white dirt.
WHEN peaple hide, they turn out the lights, and
light a blue candle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DEAR FRIEND, LOVE WILL SHOW UP AGAIN....