But suddenly on crowded Streets,I remember your name,
Never realised that life was actually a game;
Once you cross a level,
All you are left with are the memories you once gained,
Gone will be most of the names which once used to reside in your brain,
Only left will be the sensations of the hands- which you once held down the memory lane.
Personalities will change, changed will be the people who were once a part of your life game,
All that would remain same are the doors which you once together opened down your memory lane...