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