Every memories you have are precious
Happy ones, sad ones, angry ones, and foolish ones
But they mean 2 things in general
They show what you've gone through
And they show what you've crashed into while moving on
Memories of happy ones
Make you smile
No matter how blue you are
It echoes inside your head
With laughter and feelings of comfort and warmth
That makes you want to laugh and be blitheful forever
Memories of sad ones
Make you burst into tears
Just thinking about it
Makes your heart cry
This severe pain
Makes you want to die right on the spot
Memories of angry ones
Fill you up with extreme
It boils your whole body
In which no water can cool it
This anger
Gets you sharp and snippy
But also witty
Memories of foolish ones
Make you laugh and humiliated
You laugh for such a funny thing you've done
You feel humiliated because it was foolish
But it makes you smarter
Knowing how to get through
And knowing what to do
All of the memories you have
Makes you miss the old days
Even if it's something bad
You still won't hate it
Because you've gone through it
And you know that it represents you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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