Days, they pile up, they add up, they accumulate;
They never subtract or go back!
Yet many of us are stuck in memories of the old,
In days that can no longer be.
But it's only nostalgic to be part of humanity.
And so we carry on reminiscing
Day by day as it ploughs forward
In each dying moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem