In the dark alley,
Memory laugh mockingly,
Playing snippets before my eye,
Dancing on the tip of my finger,
Hearing all history going through,
Sorrow and sweet,
Longing to revive it again,
Yet I keep on walking,
Towards the light,
Because the memory is just a memory,
The future is what I looking for
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