Memories are made for us
to have a reason to reminisce...

Some people laugh at him,
some simply ignore...

This old guitar
singing the same song...

Go; my love please go,
i just stop loving you...

A sad story,
a tragic movie...

Staring at the sky,
reminiscing memories...

From a distance,
under the olive tree...

I move closely
as you close your eyes...

My dear son;
i'm going to somewhere...

A dusty sky,
a rotten tree...

With a touch of your hand
i can feel your heart...

God give me strength to go
and to let go...