I saw a smile that never appears.
I knew it's time you say goodbye to all those tears.
Maybe you won't come around and see me again.
But I know I should be glad, maybe.
When the time comes,
All the things will be vanished and reborn in my stream of memory.
All those memory reminds me all the happiness.
Like a bird twittering on the branch of tree.
It's beautiful.
It's treasurable.
And it's forever.
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