Remember

The moment we shared together
have passed by.

But the thought that you and I
have shared those moments always remain.
The past is gone and you can say it's dead.
But what that past has left me behind
is always in me---

The memory of the past will never die.

It's like a plastic flower
that has no fragrance
but has beauty.
It's like a plastic flower
that remains as is
and does not wither

Yes, the reflection of the past will never fade.
It's always here in me, unwithered.
Real and everlasting....

They will always live in the very corner
of my heart.