We can Make Memories into a Beautiful Gold,
As we live with each other to behold.
For the beauty of life quickly shrinks out of sight,
May we catch those memories and hold them tight.
Precious old memories become whisperers of the past,
So Live it! and Love it! and make it last!
For there is no time to waite,
til it is to late.
Memories are made of impurities like elements of Gold,
The procedures of Loving it depends on the Mold.
So turn each wrong with every might,
Just as much as you would love one out of sight.
In the end, Loving Memories will transmit into beautiful Gold,
And it will safeguard our thinking process to forever hold.
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