The memories that were drawn by the past,
the colourful thoughts retained but gone to fade, thus each traces has remained within.

Time flies like bubble nor fogs amongst the wind
that rapidly obviates each and every moment.

For all single times went by,
for all the pile of hued scenes in our lives,
for all the tales of our immediate past,
luck indeed tends to come once in a lifetime.

...and when your wish finally came true,
embrace and don't let it pass,
because sometimes destiny is kind, selfish
or sulky.

Bethink that we cannot plead the time
to visit nor repeat the elapsed precious moments.