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who said the past is, therefore, to be forgotten?
and is that why a tiny water bubble goes with 
rushing water in a vast expanse?

dew born in one early morning on a petal of a lonely flower 
in the glen, goes with dawning sunlight riding on the waves, 
wishing to be reincarnated dew forms on a lonely flower
that stands by an edge of water as the welling tears of a longing heart

since dew doesn’t have its own way to come and go as it would,
the course of waves carrying the dew may be the way for wayless dew

flowing with water, while thinking, that it may be
a destiny of a dew that born in early morning,
the dew lived yesterday beaten by rocks,
lives today lying on the depth of basin floor,
anticipates something unknown, but entirely different 
than today for tomorrow, going with a drifting cloud

the grudges must have buried in yesterday,
and, therefore, should be forgotten by now,
still remain in a void of heart as today
and tortures the tiny dew though the dew has been beaten by rocks,
shoved by the surging waters, washed away by the rapid currents

and when this unbearably painful today piles up higher and higher,
it becomes the soundless cry the wail without a sound 
from the floor of depths of the water;
on the other hand, after it went with many clouds,
after it walked with lots of stars, the memories to be cherished 
and kept forever in the heart of a lonely dew, burned and became
ashes for a long ago until renewed early in the morning sunlight

then, where did the ashes go?
blown by a tomorrow’s wind, it vanished
perhaps, that’s why, the tiny water bubble has to be a sad
and lonely tiny water bubble forever

maybe, that’s why,
the timid and frail dew 
born in early morning on a petal of a lonely flower
can never be great water, but remains lonely dew
that is to perish under brilliant, nevertheless, cruel sun
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