My past runs away from me,
It was never to be held back.
To hold onto all the memories,
It’s not the power that I lack.

If you hold on too tight,
The happy turn to despair.
You can never be a full life,
If about the past you’d care.

You’d smile once in a while,
Reading memoirs dated in diaries.
Looking at those pictures,
You’d forget about your worries.

If only the troubles disappeared,
If you shut your eyes .
No matter how rosy the glasses be,
You cannot mend those broken ties.

Let bygones be bygones,
Look back no more and mourn.
You can still write your story,
Even if some pages are torn.