Memories of what life used to be and held onto tightly,
not wanting to let them escape, because then life may
fall apart.
Leaving nothing to look back on in the future, such a
lack-luster journey of our lives, now gone into a past
memory.
Left to chance, yet still hoping to have more chances in
the future of tomorrow's continued silence when alone in
an atmosphere of silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The third stanza gives a spark of hope.