Throw memories in an empty can
Can’t remember the faces of yesterday
Forget the recalls of unforgettable night.
This mind is fragile as I’ve thought
See no more things from an old before.
4 in the morning and still thinking what happen
Where are the collections of my past?
Is it thrown or blown in filthy of dusts?
Want to know who I really am
Just even fade and blinded by the star.
Is virus eating my neurons in my brain?
I find a popular crowd so much unknown.
Why can’t I have those memories back?
I wish I could seize the moments from my past
Wake up soon and everything will be erased.
Flashes of lights will sooner be off.
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What's Next?(The Untold 2)
PoetryYou'll never really learn unless you give yourself a hard try- Lei Strauss