My Friend

 

My friend,

Why don’t you take your past with you and

Leave my path?

We have finished, ended,

And we remembered much, and forgot much.

With our own hands we cast away

All the deep love we carefully guarded

All that we guard in distant past:

The visions we had, all that we had

We folded; then, returned to shelter ourselves.

My friend,

You no longer know anything about my friend.

My friend,

why don’t  you take your past with you and leave my path?

Why don’t you search for a new world?

There are still happy dreams on earth,

Then, what?

What use do you have for a distant memory?

We have finished, ended,

And we remembered much, and forgot much.

Then I couldn’t tell an enemy from a friend.

My friend,

Why don’t you take your past with you and leave my path?