I knew that i can forgot you but i never knew that my heart will deceive me this way.
I am not even in your memory but my memory is full of yours. sometimes cause happiness and sometimes pain. But i never learned to come out from them. Your memory burns and broke my heart again and again. From where and doing what can i erase your memory. From where i can be free from it. From where your memory of chain has not chained me. I search for that place.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. Aeschylus another beautiful piece... a fine poem indeed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoy life today my friend