Life is a colourful pageant,
Where various people come and go.
But only few of them are to stay in our hearts
While the rest only a part of the show.

The few, which in our hearts reign,
Wonderful moments we share with them,
And when the ruthless time tears up apart,
It's hard to bear the pain in the heart.

We're left with only a few colourful memories,
Which make a tear roll down the cheek,
Alas! naive you are when you hide the tear,
'cause you're heart is still as weak!

It's worthless trying to expunge the memories,
Which are indelibly graven in our hearts,
Yet you have to gather yourself and enjoy the show,
As there are many more to come --today and tomorrow.