Mirroring

Beautiful times,

has passed, in this river.

I can still mirroring in it,

watching quietly,

the water giving me a smile.

Oh what a false sadness I feel,

the sadness of a past beauty,

of a past happiness.

Feeling bad for happiness,

what a mind can't comprehend,

to enjoy the past remembering,

and not suffering,

for it, being happened.

Oh, I wish,

I wish to mirror more these toughts,

to not forget them,

since every particular forged me.

In the cold I warmed up,

in the sorrow I stood up,

in the dark I gained faith,

and now that I have it all,

I want to lose them again,

to restart this catch,

to find me once more