I am not so sure why
Noise of beads from cloudy sky
Knocking on my window.
Melody of droplets’ sound
Opening the door of heart:
All the memories of life
I can easily rewind,
Washing the horizons
Of my blues and sadness.
Files of happiness to keep,
As opposed to files of grief -
Those to throw away unnoticed -
That’s what I believe.
So, then I can walk my way
With the brightness of the day!
translated 8 June 2019