Long Long Ago
I can picture things
All of these days
People change
But memories don’t.
He used to be a friend
Who keep his promise
Autumn leaves falling down
He remembers me nothing.
I keep the old tie
From our very first meet
Sitting downstairs
Thought of best days.
He wore his white shirt
With his smiling lips
We talked about past
State of being honest.
Time won’t fly
To change everything
You’ve come so far
Truly amazing
Walked to the door
Watched green grasses
Just realized
This story is just the end.
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