Memories

The memories that we made,

Roams like a picture in my head,

Counting the memories that we had,

Cause you're not here to make them,

The memories like a photo album,

And I know it's gonna end,

But the memories of those memories we had,

Feels it will Never go to end,

I like the memories that we made,

Laughing on the streets, looking up the sky,

Waiting the moon to reach,

And I hate the time when we have to say bye,

Even at those times, when I know,

Tomorrow we can meet,

Now I have nothing left to say, 

It's just a piece to make my day,

To remember all those memories,

That I tried hard to slip away,

The memories that we made,

Roams like a picture in my head,

This ocean in my head,

Took me to emotions that I had.