Many memories shine through clouds of grief, leading to recovery one day in the future.
For now, crying, sorrow, pain, all culminate in my mind.
Today is a puddle of remorse that I keep stepping in no matter which direction I go.
Where can I hide?
Where can I place my tears except on the headstone of another life being lived beyond without me.
Touching joy of past endeavors with my soul, I remember, I remember, through clouds of my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem