The Real of Memory

Time that was passing over
When everything don't make real there was only dream
For Life and love when something to hopeless
Only smile your face in my dream and nothing I reach

Misty in my arm and sorrow broked feel everytime
When I knew about the nexttime in my life
So I am catch a feel good , who make nothing uncertainly
For the time only soul will great to ease the pain

And memory by time maybe not diappear
Feel do not make something good, if I think only breath
nothing a spirit to get, only dream and suggested
Love as a flower that will be withered and maybe couldn't grow again
Only dream in my memory I felt, and only compaction in my life
The real of memory, I think of you always remember it
A blame maked timidity and dark