Wondering where memories are coming from at times,
not having any thoughts at all, suddenly there are
feelings of memories standing by.
They're filled with tears of remembrance so tender
and romantic, caressing and holding you in depths
of your mind.
A steady stream-lined video continues to play through-
out moments of pastimes that were thought to have been
gone, because they hadn't been seen for some time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem