Like an empty bottle that takes rain,
A river never promises its end to the sea,
But without it, you'll never find the sea.
Just like smoke, you never know its value until it disappears,
Like shadows, you only notice weight in darkness.
Silence is a burden to keep,
While we're with you, it feels so strong,
Like light, you only value it when it's gone.
Keep it as you have now,
Winds are never touched but felt,
Keep it before you lose it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem