I cannot now remember what
It looked like, or what you said.
Sometimes memory is as fresh as spring
And sometimes it falls dead.
My great desire for you is only because
I am bad at remembering.
When someone is really beautiful,
Memory doesn’t work on them.
We have to constantly look at them.
This is why bad memory is crazy
And those with good memory are lazy
When it comes to desire and love.
Who could remember you?
We can’t remember the beautiful.
The beautiful is beautiful now.
A train ride is a feast for the eyes,
The three dimensional landscape
Perfect as it goes past.
A moment ago I had an idea for a poem.
But it didn’t last.