I just let myself
Drown in the deep ocean.
On the path of those memories.
I reminisce myself,
What I did
Was gone,
What I had
Was gone.
But what I am
Is the result of what I did,
What I had
Isn't really gone
From this good old
Memory lain.
I know that there's still
A whole lot of empty pages
To fill.
It's not that easy,
It's not that hard,
It's not impossible
And even if it is
I still...