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It is as if a wake up alarm just hit on me...
To wake me up from this sweetest dream ever...
To make me realize that it is time to back to normal...
To tell me that for what had happened, it is all over...

Spring came with all the wonderful moments started to blossom...
But it never last and summer started to burn it away slowly...
It just fade away along with the autumn wind...
and all that is left are just pieces of winter-cold memory...

If it wasn't the moments, there wouldn't be a step ahead...
If it wasn't a step ahead, there wouldn't be good memory...
and if it wasn't the memory, thing will be how it used to be back then...
and perhaps it will be much better now...

Thought that for what had happened, it will be so much different...
Indeed it is, just the opposite way...
and now turning back seems to be so painful...
but there is no second option to be chosen...

Promise is made and it will never be broken...
Just like how it used to be last time...
Will be there when is needed, as always...
But one thing change, and will try not to be shown...