A year has come and gone, Of trial and errors joys and pains New things and old Mixed In one
With news steps on old paths Black with white To make grey A plethora of ideas and dreams
New sights and sounds A sip of life A bittersweet aftertaste
Until we start again at one
Will you remember me?
Will there be more? Will my heart beat tomorrow?
I can't answer a question that isn't mine to reply.
But while we can With broken and mended hearts May we always remember
C'est la vie.