Haunting us in springtime,
Reminding of our sorrow.
Following us with the sunshine,
Taunting us with grief.
O memory, what did I do?
Did I oppress or beat,
Or have I have my destiny to meet?

Destroyed me you have,
Leaving a trail of regret.
You left me in the grass,
Stained with the worst of fears.
O memory, what have I done?
To you it does not matter though,
As in a river of fierce fire you row.