From a glimpse of memories

 

Nothing excites me

When I spin myself around

Quest of my eyes found voids

Back in time, I saw ME.

On the steep stairs,

At the end of the corridor,

How can I forget?

Which is mingled into my shadows.

My futile memories deserve nothing;

Only revulsion.

After all these aeons of snails,

I still ruminate on those views

Through the hexagonal-holed walls,

Dusty smells of books in the stacks,

Shades of flame trees*,

And those familiar faces

Which is imprinted in my heart…

Those voices echoed in my mind…

Oh, Unmoved Mover!

Let me go back in time,

And pause those seconds…

The seconds we spend in vain.

Let me enter through the stairs.

And see my bosom hearts,

Hopefully waiting for me…

And share the timeless time for eternity…