Happiness is as brief
as a camera snapshot
that we are unable to fit back into
once the shutter has been snapped.
Our mind replays home movies
but the characters all become strangers
and the myriad of locations
no longer have familiar names
like neighborhood and home.
Time is the witness to our demise
as shadowy ghosts are all that survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem