A man once told me, that it was important never to forget Because the ghosts of our past know every line of our history And when we feel lonely There is nothing more comforting than a truly happy memory Which we have kept alive in a corner of our mind Having said this, these memories are not always the best companions Constantly, living with regret or remorse can plunge anyone Into a state of deep and impenetrable sadness Observing the world growing up, without aging along with it Teaches nothing to a child who wants to learn how to live What is the point in keeping hatred and anger bottled up inside Instead of simply wiping it out, along with its dark memory? You are surely aware that the past is a fragile creature Which must be tamed cautiously Because even if keeping it close can be conforting to those in doubt The past and its ghosts can weaken those who are already anguished So even if it's true that we shouldn't forget More than one man has gone mad through remembering too much Accumulating too many useless memories inside oneself without sorting them out Can lead a man into a Labyrinth from which there is no escape route So those of you who are listening, listen well Because maybe your ghosts know each other and are one and the same