I suddenly remember me back then,
What am I doing?
I asked curiously: Are you happy?
So I flipped the record,
Read your own old poetry.
I wrote about the clouds in the sky that day,
My heart is full of praise,
Clouds are very relaxed and travel with them;
That day I wrote about fish in the water,
full of envy,
Fish are flexible and free;
Did I miss you that day?
Possible!
Full of shame.
Read your own poetry,
Feeling half unfamiliar and half familiar,
The day must be full,
Guess the time is filled with happiness.
I seem to have gained a lot today,
I saw myself then,
This is a great way to remember!
