Walking astray from life,
This’ the memories that allure.
The beautiful past,
The grains of sand that swept by
The happiness and giggles
All seem to be a beautiful dream.
A dream that existed ages ago.
Now the sweet memories that hath crystallized upon me,
Bringeth a smile.
Although lilies and roses die,
They are endangered not.
So are we like the grass of the field,
Plucked away one day.
That is the day and night of life.
