Birds Never Look Back When They Fly

I hated the fact that I wrote poems
that I looked back myself.
It was always I
who made my life harder.
Let's not talk about time anymore
not about the bird which flew away
after it put blood on my heart.
I was dreaming of things that I was not supposed to dream.
I was afraid
that I had to tolerate time until the day I died.
Let's not ask anymore
Things that passed my heart waving,
The times,
Things that I cannot undo.
Birds never look back when they fly.
Birds turn their head to look back
are already dead.

Si-Wha Ryu