Why is it like this ?
Looking and thinking back,
I am already used to not going to stop you
Hoping some time pass so you will come back
after awhile,
You look at me saying you have already decided,
Therefore i cannot hold you back ..
Hence,i had to let you go
The passed has become a diary
Out of the mind become air
Evolved becoming memory
The togetherness in my impression looks like it cannot withstand that time
Therefore you give up
Even though,
The thing placed beside my heart is
The sweetness I really want to recall
Nevertheless filters you and me,
Fall low and becomes beauty.
Now,
I still can't find the lost key in me
because its the happiness you gave me.
I really want to remember but I cannot remember
Why is it like this,
isn't it why this is a memory to be ?
