There’s two types of memories. There’s almost always a point when all are good. Not all end up being things you want to remember, but you do.
Some are good, and some are bad
Memories stay with you, some longer then others. Eventually you forget over time; sometimes not soon enough.
To help them disappear, you get rid of the items you think remind you of it - whatever it may be. Although you no longer have what symbolized your memory, you still have it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem