Pictures in my mind,
hanging on empty walls in living rooms of past relatives,
bringing tears into eyes of bluened sadness.
Imagining the love I used to feel when parents were still
here - alive and well.
Now, causing so many regrets of missing times together,
wishing I could go back in time again.
Facing the lonely shadows holding on to my being.
Having many dreams of yesterday, yet none of them can give
me back times I miss so much now in mind.
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