Reading my old poetry is like searching for memories

I suddenly remember me back then,

What am I doing?

I asked curiously: Are you happy?

So I flipped the record,

Read your own old poetry.

I wrote about the clouds in the sky that day,

My heart is full of praise,

Clouds are very relaxed and travel with them;

That day I wrote about fish in the water,

full of envy,

Fish are flexible and free;

Did I miss you that day?

Possible!

Full of shame.

Read your own poetry,

Feeling half unfamiliar and half familiar,

The day must be full,

Guess the time is filled with happiness.

I seem to have gained a lot today,

I saw myself then,

This is a great way to remember!