Memories are just like the sand inside the sandglass.

Maybe or maybe not we'll forget everything just a moment next, but the origin of the person will never change.

Keeping memories with happy or sad no one can control it.

In ours life, everything may happen, but

I'll rather to choose sad as my memories.

I won't look down, walk back to the pass, cuz I'm still having the thing that I must to do.

To protect the one who is precious to me, ever.