Past

What I want to see, is the old home. What I want to smeel, is the cheerful air in the night. What I want to hear is the laugh for some years.

What I want to taste, is the sense of togetherness. What I want to touch, is the hands of friendship. What I want to feel, is the sweat of happiness.

What I want to gain, is the shine of passion. What I want to do, is change something I regret. What I want to have is re-past.

What I loss, is the heart of smooth. What I regret is the betrayal of love. What I hate is the dark me. What I keep, is the memories from the past.