Don't know how long there is less
Don't know how long there is more
There is a lot more to do even in this mess
But the time has arrived
To steal everything I can derive
All the fun and frolic will come to an end
This thought pierces my mind
with the burning sensation of remnants
But some memories of childhood remain intact
Not ready to come out from the mind which still contracts
Some are stubborn
Stubborn enough to not let the visitor take a glance at them
While most of them are easy
Easy enough to snatch even from the deepest fathoms of the sea
These are the memories I want to treasure
Beyond the paradise which I dive
These are the figments my friends induced in my life
These are the days worth remembering for!
These are the days worth remembering for!