Dark Glasses
Memories sweet or pity
May be seen through dark glasses
I cherished the memories of the time we once spent together
When we are young
The scenery shimmered through the morning haze
The blue sky looked soft and low
The mountains looked youthfully green
The waves of the sea danced sentimentally
Soft inquisitive voices of the sea murmured like the tick-tock of a clock
The sceneries are still lingering on my dark glasses
Whenever I put it on nowadays
And so dark glasses is believed to be
The camera film of the memories of
The unforgetable past
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