Dear friend...

how's your life?
it's been a while
since I heard you laughed,
I, sometimes, dream of us so clearly,
in this making of 'memory'

our past days surely are beautiful,
the things keep our memory
books so full.
the things we left unchanged
are so many,
in this making of ' memory'

dear friend,
where are you, now?
our day, our time,
do you still have that memory?
we live our lives now, differently.
we are...
but for the making
of another 'memory'...

Even when you believe
you're alone
the ones who love you
are still watching over you...