When all is forgotten, do not come barging in
making lame excuses, my old memories!
Like a rock falling into a clear lake, do not rake
the muddy waters beneath my heart's peace.
Staring at me through a pair of black eyes
do not approach me like an arrow delayed in its release;
O memories of melodious laughter from parted red lips,
spare me from your benign slaughter, please!
Let the dead past lie, do not drag it in
to the front yard of my mind.
Here I stand looking at a glorious future ahead,
O my memories, do not stab me from behind.
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