Memories like bits of paper
Blown around the streets at night
Will not burn at the heat of summer
And will struggle for right

Those memories, precious memories
Are more valuable than any gem
It is sadder than any tragedies
And amplify the requiem

But happier more than thee
And to remember is fun
Will change sorrow to merry
And summon the sun

Memories wanders through ages
And through the power of time
But will soon back at any cases
and you will say "This is all mine"