Masalalu Story

a brief conversation

a very short memory

 Many years ago, we were in one place.

But never a word of greeting.

I was the only one staring from far away.

Looking for everything about you

A year later, we split up.

You're in a very different place than me.

There's nothing else I can look for

No more fun of my own

Two years later, in a different place I saw you one night

You look different

But your eyes still remain the same

It all makes me smile

Laugh amusedly, laughing at the funny and innocent past

A year later, I thought I could meet again at the same place

Many sets of words, question sentences are recorded in the brain

Memorized screenplay before filming

But apparently, you're not there

Lost you again, like three years ago

Two years passed, only news of you I heard

But none of them can make me see you.

I think it's over that fun

Just get to that memory

And I, I, I started writing other memories,

Memories are different from memories with you

The same year, the,

the news says you're here

where I am at the moment

It's ridiculous, though, that,,

what exactly is expected??

One year later, there's a little connection between you and me

Like a child, like a few years ago,

the memories begin to reappear and write new memories

right on top of old memories of you

There is hope, there is hope, there is fear

Pleasant feelings to enjoy

The moon changes months, there's one tiny reason

a funny reason, one that will always make me remember him

but the reason that means something to me is because I finally got to meet

It felt like time was so slow, impatiently waiting for the day of the meeting

The day came and it felt so different in my eyes

I can recognize you from far away

You haven't changed a bit, still as recorded in my brain

The short conversation between you and me is a very memorable one

You know, all the memories of you are good memories

Memories I will never forget

It has been three years since that last meeting

Sometimes I keep those memories together

But I rarely open it on my own

Just remembering the stories of the past

Stories of the past

Memories of when fate was still floating in the ocean

memories are just a mass that we are very difficult to forget because the past is like a glass that fell even though it wanted to be broken a thousand glasses and then it will never disappear because the mass is only a valuable lesson in life and impressed that is very valuable until we die too will always be remembered and can never be lost even if you force to forget the mass then still the mass will always be remembered just whenever you remember the time to learn so that your mass is valuable in the future so that it will not be repeated again your bad past in the future just to be happy not to be your mass the widest that will

become a burden in the future.

note: never imagine your future in front of you because then you will become a burden when you establish your future happy with the current partner