Remembering.
Remembering.
Quickly or slowly, as time goes by, Memories are being chuck away.
Like how old toys are being treat.
Eventually, we forget how simple things are.
How would a dollar, make you smile brightly.
Or the magic a cotton candy could do to you.
Once in a while, you chance upon them again.
Those nostalgic past, which are so simple.
You began laughing at how innocent you were.
Yet, after awhile, tears began rolling down.
Realising that those past, are those you could not revive.
They are dead already.
There's two types of truth in the world.
The truth you know by yourself.
Those which you knew had happened.
While the other, is the surface truth.
Those which you want everyone else to know.
A slightest drop of love,
Could engulfed a lonely heart.
Signed Haohan