Memories are hanging on tightly

They want to survive against my strong well,

To erase them and rest

They are never giving up to remind me,

And say' we are still here'

Digging deeply, squeezing on my pain and cry me

My struggle with them never end,

Even when aim doodling,

 They force my pen to drow their tears

Translate them to lines in a poem

They are looking for an ending tragedy,

When I burn them as heroes,

scatter their ashes on the forgetness river ,

and go on .........