The morning raindrops
bring a serene feeling
of cleanliness to my heart,
washing away my every burden,
with every falling drop.
The morning winds blow away
my feelings of shame and regret.
But neither will wash nor blow away,
those dear bittersweet memories,
I try to forget.
They chain me, holding me back,
keeping me from moving on.
I'm stuck in the past,
and realize those feelings of relief,
are only just temporary and my imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! i like it! and i feel the same way as you. what you wrote is truth. you did not ornament with colorful words, but it was beautiful and truth.