Human memory is like water
murmuring in a culvert.
It goes on flowing until death
with no sense of tiredness.

Historic memory, like the sea,
never vanishes.
Even if earth should crumble
it would flow to another star.

God’s memory
remains forever silent,
like the speechless sky
even if truth is violated.

The memory of the war is a graveyard
to be swallowed up by quicksand. 
Even if missile fragments were to rust and disintegrate
sorrow would remain.

Trees cannot remember their verdure.
Though they try to hide everything in their growth rings
they are subject to the saw.