Rehearsing memories through the rhythms coded with their images,
listening to music that was heard when they were first made,
knowing that not a single detail will ever be forgotten.
Through the years always finding pleasure in the mounting land-
scapes of time, wishing those good times would come about once
again.
Knowing full well that they've been spent and can never be recap-
tured by wishing or hoping it through the moments of loneliness
in years of being human.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem