Burn the evidence,
drown the thoughts,
vanish the foot-steps,
just stop-stop-stop.
Pressure overflows,
balance weighted down,
abundance of dependency,
it's just way too much.
Shun the useless,
empathize the needy,
I got a regret right now...
...I'm not feeling this.
Save this life,
envy what you have,
consequent the past,
terminate the bland.
Groom what is fiction,
shape up for future's fact,
she may be gone in the long run,
suffice what you had, you'll still have that.
Rehabilitate sprightliness,
bear in mind who you were,
you can lean on me for so long,
but what happens if I shall fall?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem