When I least expect
Inspirations come
When I most need it
They're gone
I wish some memories were this volatile
That they would come when I expect
Then go when I need
This way they'd no longer have an effect
For now, though, they do
I remember a date asked me
How did I see myself in two years
I answered "elegant, happy and successful"
From that, I’ve only achieved elegance, of course
But something else grew within me in the past years -
A fertile soil in my cortex, where I decided to plant a chrysanthemum
To each time I pour tears
It's far to look like a Holland garden
That's because I chose to expand it only from tears of joy
Maybe someday I'll share these memories with my children
And tell them I've been collecting them since I was a young boy
For now, I visit my soil every time I cry tears of sorrow
I'll likely do it tomorrow
I use them to water my flowerbed
Gardening isn't something I thought I'd be good at
