Memory stays still
for the bitter and sweet times
But i’m just a human-being
who could easily forget things
Ironically, it happens to the moments
I wanna cherish the most
What about my wrecking times?
Wish it could be erase also
Nevertheless…
Lately I just realized
My present is created from my past
However I can’t describe my future
What kind of future will I have?
I am scared…
My brain is busily doing its work
So I can’t even stop thinking
And be worry
Life is somehow…
Too scary!
ITSNOTFARAWAY 