It seem sometime when life passed us,
Somehow we all forget
Of what we felt, or whom we are
And memories we kept.

Slowly, our life will fade like cloud,
Along our joy and pain.
But yet closely observe the sky,
That only rain remain.

The rain will then dispersed like days,
As moment like the years
And like the second into hour,
Will slowly disappear.

The time will come, that we forget,
For what our life has been.
So soon, that all we know and love,
Will cease away unseen.