Today is cloudy with a slight breeze, while it should be sunny It seems to be cloudy because the sky is left without words to describe the gray
The air even tastes different today And the feeling in the air brings apon a case of nostalgia a feeling that becomes of sorrow Just like memories
Memories Why I cherish the love of memories, but they do not of me Memories have a colorful and colorless beauty to them Paradox some would say The color is often found in the rececpicrol of good will, but eventually the nuance of them becomes hazey and dreadful to bare Memories-- I could laugh-- the weather today is something like you.