Soon words will leave,
Drifted by
And I will remember them
By heart
Like in your imagination
Or unlike
Word by word they will sail
Carving the sea but leaving no trace
And even after a while
I will still be the last one to remember them
Because they are settled in the heart
And I will be the only left trace
Because I have learned how to read the words on your pretty face
As much older you get as much readable they are in their place.