In these streets in this county,
There are full memories of you and me.
To let go of the past ain't easy
When all I see are our memories.
Every street and every road,
we've walked through till the end of the cold
People come and go, it's like going to shows.
At least, once havin fun in these roads we travelled.
The time being with you goes so fast,
it is all stores in the back of my head.
I'm havin a break in the happiness,
and this break is going to lasts.
4th Jan,2010
