Memory that once thought long forgotten resurfaced;
Feeling that once buried deep down reappeared.
It's amazing to see how things had changed, how fast it happened.
It's hard to imagine, even harder to accept certain incidents.
It feels like Déjà vu , but it's real;
It feels like a Dream, but it's real.
Tears was running down from time to time,
Perhaps the reserve is full, or maybe something triggers it.
For which GoodBye means eternal separation.
Hence the rain fall like never before,
It might be temporary, but it's for real;
It might be emotional, but it's for real.
Deep in memory trace, filled with fun, warm-hearted feeling and happiness,
Together with worries, sadness and rejection.
It's a process that we had been through, a path we had travelled.
Though the path might come into an end ;I pray for it's continuation,
Though it might mean nothing in the end; I still chose to preserve it.
Try my best to remember this White Christmas; every details & every feeling,
For it is white as the snow; as much as i try to hold but it never stays.
Try my best from thinking of you; your laughter & your smiles,
For it once was my sunshine; keeping me warm but i once got burnt.
Nothing is eternal, we are in the state of impermanence.
Dear God, do i stand a chance of exception?
To conserve what i wish; for as long as i want,
To own what i want; under your mercy and compassion.
Who can show me the lighted path; to where i should sail my boat?
Maybe only the compass in the heart knew;
Where the boat should sails and which port to dock;
Who can solve this messy puzzle; to where i should find the missing piece?
Maybe only the thinking box knew;
A bit of twist and turn the puzzle is solved, it's how i look at it, no missing piece.
i-banana in grive
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