For most things in life
there’s a cure.
People look at their bodies
and go to a gym,
or climb quickly into a swimming pool.
If hair gets too long
its trimmed at a barber,
but for a broken heart
no healing can be found.
People live on with a dead soul,
while daily happenings blows past,
like meaningless greetings
of hello and goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem