Memories fade but never truly go.

I comes back like the falling of snow.

Painful ones and ones that are good.

They come back just as they should.


Even if it's bad, it'll come again.

It comes to remind you of the pain.

Memories of people who didn't care to stay.

The ones who were good, then started to stray


Do you remember the good times we had?

Sometimes I close my eyes, searching for your hand.

I look into the clouds above.

Looking for you, my love.



But I can't find you. I can't see,

the happy memories of you and me.