Memory

dear friend,
how's your life?
it's been a while since I heard you laughed,
I, sometimes, dream of us so clearly,
in this making of memory

our past days surely are beautiful,
the things keep our memory books so full.
the things we left unchanged are so many,
in this making of memory

dear friend,
where have you been?
our day, our time,
do you still have that memory?
we live our lives now, differently.
we are, but for the making of another memory
Kite Remedy

p/s: friends are forever aite?