Well, just another working day, chat with some friends from the old work, and it brings my memory back
After the chat with 4 cups of coffee, I start thinking why all good things gone then they never come back
How cruel is that
We all looking forward to different dreams then for some reason we came together
As a team, to share those things call laugh and cry, or love or hate
For that seconds I believe each of us are wishing it can be forever, keep rocking, like it never be hurt
Then for those different dreamers, for some reason it gets us to start claming
Time for the moving on.
I’m not trying to be a smart as, I know this will happen every single time, each place and it happen to every on, you and me and them
But I really hate it, like the society the people who walk in front of me on the street in the cinema and next to my table
I hate it because I cant do anything to change it, even if I can but it’s not gona to be the same anymore
It’s just a piece of the memory
Maybe the pass is not that good, maybe it’s just as normal as what we doing now
It’s just a piece of who’s memory.