We open the world with the happiness that we have for each other. But do you know the truth has no good memories. People believe everything will be good. They don't know that it gets worst everytime. Your hearts from all the YELLING SCREAMING. Why can't they be happy. Where is this family that I love. Falling apart. My heart is like a flower dying with my good memories. No longer exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem