When I go down the stairs,
sometimes I feel I'm going up, not going down.
Even if it looks like I go down the stairs to my eyes,
the seen from another world not here, I may be going up the stairs.
Sometimes I think so.
A lot of pain and sadness afflicted me.
But I didn't fall down, I crawled up.
And I'm alive like this now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem