The moments we shared together
Have passed-by, but the thought
That You and I have shared
Those moments always remain.
The past is gone and you can say it’s dead
But what that past
Has left behind is always in me…
The memory of that past will never die.
It’s like a plastic flower that
Has no fragrance but has beauty.
It’s like a plastic flower that
Remains as is and does not wither.
Yes…the reflection of the past will never fade.
It’s always here in me.
Unwitting. Real. And everlasting.
They will always live in the very core of my heart.
