As I walk down the path of roses,
Where each rose is a reminiscence,
I saw your smile after a century.
A smile that never faded in my memory.

Oh, how the story is so colorful.
So beautiful...
Yet everytyhing is so illusional.
So delusional.

I reached the end of red roses,
And entered the path of gray.
Where nothing but just sad tears,
And the words "I'm okay..."

I thought everything is all about ups and downs,
Or reds and grays, or laughters and breakdowns.
I though it was a cycle that never ascends.
But never thought of will the story ever end?

A trip down memory lane,
Makes you insane.
But you'll relize as you transcend,
The stories then, now, and beyond...
NEVER ENDS.