I try not to remember,
But the past is stained on my heart.
I've tried to wash it out,
With thoughts of happiness,
Yet, I still see the past,
Standing clearly and boldly.
Life's not getting easier.
The days are just getting longer
Years don't want to end,
I turn around to see the past,
Finally, I drift away from it.
I turn around again,
Only to see my past--
Now caught up with me.
I try to push away,
Try to get it vanish,
It's still there--
Neither is it going anywhere.
