The memories are more than just the olden days.
they are the shawdows
that follow you into every worlds you create
the memories are more than just flashbacks
they are the cold siver
you get down your spine.
memories are more than just a photo
they are the pain buried
deep within your heart
memories are more than just a memory
they are the ghost who haunt
your every dream
my memory is not only
the things that built me
but also a curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem