Why should I even bother to try? 
All I do is make the world cry. 
I always attempt to give my all, 
But in the end, I will always fall. 
My love for the world, I do not hide, 
But why do I bottle my feelings inside? 
I cannot express or explain my thoughts, 
So, in the end it is all for naught. 
If I don't sit and really count the cost, 
How will I know what I've really lost? 
In the end we all finish the same, 
Nobody can win, when it's a losing game.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    