Those days of silver and gold,
Beautifully carved with memories of whom,
Who, are lost,
Who, are forgotten,
Who, have changed.

There was an album,
That stored some pictures never taken,
In her heart,
In his heart,
But no more their heart together.

It feels like past never existed,
The present comes in such a way,
That he still smiles at her,
She still stares at him,
But not anymore at each other.

Every relation is precious, dear,
Losing it means the dearth of tears,
Cherishing all the ones with one another,
In the coming years, and the upcoming future,
But not as friends anymore, as strangers who knew a lot about each other.