Great nostalgia have cast upon my mind
The memories of my past life; in joy and in pride.
My former days of life and light, now
Grins mockingly to my present hopes and foresight.
With those memories of lost thoughts keep drifting,
And those forgotten characters still shifting, swinging,
Changing, altering its course; pitiably tilting -
Gently deceiving oneself in the midst, meekly -
Twirling in the breeze like a leaf, feebly -
Believing ones actions were really his intentions,
But to speak of intentions; they were really confounded.
Now, 'tis not for sure,
But I have never founded
A single human being
Who can blame oneself when seeing
How stupid and unwise one is -
How obtuse and thoughtless he is -
How saturated selfishness there is -
And all his dim worthlessness.
But it's all right now.
Those blind days are past now.
And I see now; my eyes have opened
That I was such a fool who have hoped;
With yearning and old folly dreams
Aided by those intimate screams.
Ah, those screams; I have never failed to suppress
Them with my feelings of moral distress.
Those terrible feelings conveyed by the screams;
Yet delightful for my soul - I now confess
I have never welcomed them to my soul residence
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