Bittersweet Memories
Perhaps it's too much loss
And also, too much lingering
Leaving many missed opportunities and regrets within the heart
Like days gathering like the wind
That kind of instability
That kind of quietness
And always makes it difficult to grasp
And yet it makes one hopelessly intoxicated
In the unbearable pain
Exhausted in spirit
In the loneliness where no one pities
Unable to cry out a single sound
Exhausting all one's efforts
Calling out to the bygone days
Those days will never return
So one hides outside the hustle and bustle
Alone savoring
The bitter taste of missed opportunities
When one discovers the next spring is coming
Unable to withstand the chill
Sleeping soundly on a warm bed
Not wanting to wake up
Afraid of the cold encroaching
Also afraid of one's heart growing even colder in the cold
