Every single day, every moment of the day, I cant believe you are still in my memories,

Am I fortunate enough to remember you, or is it just a hope in these beautiful melodies?

Your memories are the only things I remember about you know, since it has been a long time,

Your name still with me, your face and the way you talk, all preserved in these memories

I looked for you almost everywhere, the only place I haven’t looked is inside of myself,

for inside me are the painful memories, ready to be erased with new pages in the chapter of life,

I don’t want to erase anything, even though these old thoughts hurt me inside like a knife,

it is this pain within me that runs me, that keeps me going, it is the picture of your face that brings happiness to me

Where on earth could you be? Could you even be alive, I wonder sometimes.

Should I stop looking, or should I keep on looking? These questions haunt me all the time,

I can never answer these questions, for I have chosen to focus on the journey, not the end,

I try to find comfort in the question of what to do next, not how the end will come and when?

Your memories are the only things I remember about you know, since it has been a long time,

Your name still with me, your face and the way you talk, all preserved in these memories

I wonder if you still remember me, remember who I am and even remember my name,

for I try to remember almost everything about you, since the rust in my memories is finally settling in,

I wonder if you remember all the times we argued together, and the small little discussions we had and how you would always want to win,

This idea of friendship that is bestowed upon humanity, even in memories I think it is a very evil thing,

for this value of friendship is not only capable of making new bonds, but also destroying the bonds of a person with themselves,

I will keep remembering though, through these memories, even if my trust in friendship fades away, for friendship teaches us not only to give happiness to others but also find happiness within ourselves.

Your memories are the only things I remember about you know, since it has been a long time,

Your name still with me, your face and the way you talk, all preserved in these memories.