The Wind Sweeps Through the Treetops into the Clear Sky

Many years later, I realized that those shameful memories, which should have scattered like smoke in the wind and faded from sight, still clung to me and refused to leave. Time and again, I forced myself to forget, but the harder I tried, the more deeply I remembered. Everything from back then was carved into my bones and lodged in my heart, impossible to erase. What kept those memories alive was neither longing nor concern. It was the sad realization that, in all the years gone by, there was nothing else worth holding on to. A first love I could not let go of, could not make real, and could not even forget.