Emotion can be so unique to me.
While the peak of sadness is usually shown through tears,
mine bursts out in laughter.
While the peak of my happiness is usually expressed with laughter,
others are flooded by tears.
Such things are common in life—
to build meaning on top of grief,
to face fears that have yet to be named.
But for me,
personally, I won't dare to appoint the feeling of missing to my heart.
Whether for eternal longing or just a moment,
both feel dull and redundant.
Even for a single drop,
I won't dare to taint the earth with my tears,
for my sorrow is filled with fear,
and I'm not generous enough to share it here.
I won't dare to ask for a dream to accompany me tonight,
for the nightmare seems to have become a friend of mine.
While I won't always be somebody's muse,
hopefully, I can create my own excuse
to stay,
even if just to witness how the morning light touches the room.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem