RETROSPECT GLANCE

When I'm reaching the last page
of the tragicomedy of my life,
I look back at the starting point
with the pain of those who expect nothing.

So much noble ambitions that was chimera!
What a beautiful faded illusion!
Sown is the path traveled
with the flowers of that spring!

But in this gloomy, somber hour,
of severe truth and disenchantment,
of supreme pain and agony,

it is my greatest regret, in my brokenness,
not having loved more, I who believed...
I who thought I had loved so much!