A remote

Flowing emotions, flooding sorrows
Stingy memories, unpleasant desires,
Turns the life upside down...

Blooded wounds may fade,
But wound in heart remains...

I would delete my sorrows
If I could do it,
I would stop my unpleasant desire
If I could control it,
I would skip all my stingy memories
If I could manage it,
I would delete my painful stories
If I could get rid of it,
I would paste happy stories
If I have that power,
I would shutdown myself
From the awful sounds,
I would rewind the moment I cherished
And fill my mind with joy,

My life will be ruled by me without antsy,
If I had a remote with those buttons...