The flashbacks keep coming
Like a train that never stops running
Somethings have to be forgotten
And others just remain regrettable
Time cannot be rewinded, so there is no reason to cry
What already happened can never be brought back
It seems as if life runs its own track
Cheeks are eroded by tears,
Confidence keeps fighting to conquer all fears
The clocks keep ticking and the calendar pages keep flipping
Isn't there a pause button anywhere to be found?
Thoughts of pain keep flooding our brains
Happiness is now a part of the past
The good times became a person we have learned to disengage
Unwelcome feelings uncontrollably invade our hearts
Sometimes those memorable events we regret were just chances waiting to be taken
And the other moments we regret, we're just too stubborn to forget
But why can't the happy moments be the ones that stay with us forever?
Why do happy moments become strangers we no longer recognize?
Why can't we keep the stories behind the wrinkles we get from the smiles we let?
These memories keep coming down to nothing but apathy
And it's all because life just runs its own track.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem