Ripples of Memory

There is always someone sitting by the river

Watching the ripples of the water

The story of fallen leaves covers the past of the water

There is always someone standing on the noisy street

Watching the passing crowd

They carved my memories with the sharp blade of memory

There is always someone reviewing himself in the middle of the night

Sins filled my past

Sadness created me today

Always thinking about the question of life or death

Always forgetting that I am a living person

Your shadow covers my handwriting

There is nothing written in the notebook

Tears are the best proof of memories