A Tiny Little Water Bubble

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