O dear joy,
I wanna hold your fingers
like I used to do.
O dear sorrow,
I wanna let you go far
like any can't find any clue.
O dear depression,
Don't move too much
so that I can't bear you.
O dear charm,
Don't glow too much
so that I may loss you.
You are fine in infinity
Dear Dad of God
No matter what I do now
As living is too much short.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are too bad.There is no quality.Your writtng is so poor.