In my dreams the rain is my tears
And the sun is my persona
The clouds would be the real me
The one that nobody sees
Because no matter how many clouds are there
The sun always seems to peer through
Even on the darkest days
No one seems to see the truth
And then there's my favorite
Where all my dreams are placed
My favorite is the river
The river is my fate
The gorgeous dark red color
Flows across my wrist
So I will keep on slicing
So the river will never be missed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem