When we have gone far away from those days

And come back again, looking for all the relics

We have stored away in the house of memories,

We find them processed with patina

Like one can find it on an old coin.


But every coin has two sides and the upsides

Look more wondrous to us.

And the house may be slanting

And the rooms are veiled with gauze;

And the relics may be dusty

But they shine with an inner light.