Riding along roads of yesterday, seeing their images waving to
me as I pass by, tears falling, missing those times now gone
from this life.
Wondering where time has flown and why it has gone so rapidly,
seeming to all be a dream now, not able to relive or experience
the good times had in this life.
All is lost as we pass through tunnels and passages of time on
our way to the future, a sadness always attuned with the life
we once had long ago.
Now, only memories linger in our minds, maybe pictures to show
what we once had and lived through, in the present still making
memories that we'll look back on also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem