A careless melody touches me,
hooks up fragments of the past story,
the buried hurt in my heart,
in the darkest corner of my memory.
It chains into a song to me,
a occurred event in history,
the hidden secret in my heart,
in the forgotten corner of memory.
Memory is a good cheater
because time is a good doctor.
Memory decided to hide it
when my heart was still not ready.
Memory is a good cheater
because time is a good doctor.
The problem slept in memory,
till I am mature to solve it.
I have learned how to forgive,
how to read a sad story.
something was not just what I felt,
no blames, let it be history.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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