This is today, a fair golden day,
In spite of that
My resentful soul will not forget
The past, forever fail to recall, you say.

From that mid-hill where I had regrettably climbed,
I stretched my hand,
I am alone in all that land,
Down there, where helpless, you were lazing around.

Our fingers clinched, and dragging me a pace,
You struggled up.
It is an unpleasant Cup,
That now for nothing, you turn away your face.

I will remember this for now and then.
Whatever may come,
Even though my lips are dumb,
My spirit holds you to that yesterday.