collecting the droplets of memories
I put them back piece by piece
with every correction
I get flashbacks
flashbacks of happiness
of the laughters that kept me going
the dreams that helped me pursue my goal
the days that were unforgettable
with the pure rain sliding down my cheeks
I feel an emptiness
like this wasn't reality
that nothing was true
with every droplet
I try to hold onto it
trying to keep the happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem