The most beautiful flower without sensible sent
The most mystery mirage without reachable joy.
It is a sentimental clown playing with magic
It is a fantastic actor from the past
but with costume of present on,
Sneak into you dream
Make you laugh and make you cry
When you try to catch him,
It just runs away,
Hide as a secret that you never see.
When you try to kick him out,
It always stays,
Fool you around as you are a doll.
although you are his creator.
it never listens to your command.
Finally you caught it,
and question it: who are you?
Why wouldn't you just leave me alone?
with a grim, it confesses:
I am the light and shadow inside of you
you are the one who grabs me and keeps me close.
You are the one who refuse to let me go.
But please don't forget me,
since I am the stem of your soul.
But please don't count on me,
I can be as a ghost full of sorrow.
If you are enjoying the moment,
I will disappear quietly and won't show.
If you are looking back and alone,
I am always there to hold you.
Memory is my name
You heart is my home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoroughly thrilling piece. I rate it 10/10...