The past
Is so nice
Because we can see
The changes;
Mistakes clearly written,
Hard to be replaced.
Passages of piano;
Crisp and clear,
No expectations here,
No past fears.
Today must be the reason
Tomorrow always comes.
And life must be the reason
To experience the free,
The danger and the new.
Because memories
Make us dream,
But lovers
Make us smile.
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thats nice hits you with sweetness with one smooth blow