Because happiness is a memory
it exists because at the same time
the reverse is also true
I mean this: because happiness
reminds us of happiness it pursues
us and therefore we flee from it
and vice versa, I mean this: that we
look for happiness because it
hides in our memories and
vice versa, I mean this: happiness
must exist somewhere at some time because
we remember it and it remembers us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem