You fear if things will shatter again,
If you lose all again.
And that fear comes from peeking in the past,
The same past which can never be the future!
Remember that not all seasons are the same,
The blazing sunny days will eventually stop
And the divine rain will always come following in.
Don’t you peek into the blurred glimpses of past,
As it has gone and will never return.
It has no power whatsoever to torment the present,
As it’s only you who is not believing.