Difference is something,
Never in between.
Making these differences,
Are the changes.
Past becomes present,
Remembering a memory.
Future becomes present,
Opening to fate.
Everything becomes new,
When differences are true.
Sweet memories of youth,
Freshens more than future.
Cause changes are enourmous,
Contrast of a new life.
These differences make us,
Go back into our past.
If only just to experience,
The present all over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem