Grave of memories
In my mind there's a grave of our memories,
Every night I visit them with the flowers in my hand.
The sky is as bright as the summer we spent together,
And I hope I don't think about you anymore.
I visited the grave again after a long time,
The flowers I used to bring are wilted and the ground is covered with weeds,
The sky is dusty and gloomy like the one we saw in that movies.
And I hope I don't think about you anymore.
Again i visited the grave after years,
The flowers are turned to dust and the trees has lost their lives,
The sky is so tenebrous with the shadowy somber that I can barely recognize.
And I hope I don't think about you anymore.












