it means nothing

when it becomes memory then memory sooner becomes history

what should we do?

nothing.

when it goes so fast and find another one

probably more perfect than you,

probably seems more care than you,

what should you do?

nothing.

just see the drama's playing on.

there must be a regret slaps on you sometimes.

you didn't know the value of the moment last,

until they’re gone faster than the smell after it rains.

do you know, how it feels? when just now isn't myself standing on yours?

hurt, regret. but the time will never comeback. always like that, simple; gone and never come back.

Maybe it fades, but never leave.

Sometimes, when im alone, i think bout old time then i smile for it because i didn't forget.

sometimes, memory also brings my tears because of i just to close with anyone.

never mind that good memories would be more painful than bad ones..

written by: me, myself, just me, only me