A glimpse to Childhood Memories

I still remember the times my mother lulled me to sleep,

I still remember the times my father carried me on his back,

I remember when my siblings and I played in the sand,

In the afternoon breeze, the stories our grandparents told us.

Will those moments come back?

Or will they become dreams like memories?

Those were happy days, without worries or despair.

Sadness does not torment us,

Indifferent to the sufferings of the world,

This is how we spend our days. Why do those moments pass so quickly?

We go on with our lives.

Our days are so happy

But happiness has faded

As if it were a dream.

Will those moments come back?

Or will they become dreams like memories? Those were happy days, without worries or despair.

Sadness does not torment us,

Indifferent to the sufferings of the world,

This is how we spend our days.

Why do these moments pass so quickly?