With each remembering, the past
Appears better than it was last time,
The distance of time makes it less bitter,
It is easier to forgive those who found
Pleasure in the pain they caused others,
With each remembering, the past
Seems something that happened
To someone else somewhere, not to us,
Like when we hear someone on the bus
Talking about their travails all these years,
Now that it's all over, let's not carry it over,
Remember not to resent, remember to forgive,
Do not forget the moonlight on the lake
The distant hillock shaped like an elephant
The half-heard song the breeze keeps alive.
