Ever the past does hide his face
A hidden sun, a time of grace
Today has clouds, so life is dim
This is the way it’s always been
Though radiant, the memory
Distorts the actuality
And brightly shining future dream
Never arrives in all its gleam
The sparkling moments no one can deny
Yet all are mixed with gloomy, desperate cries
For help, for succor, for the missing sun
Though forsaken, still we carry on
One of them seems to listen to you reciting the poem.