Sitting here near my window,The rain is pouring down,
In this old and empty room,
The place where I learn to play guitar for the first time.

Remembering back those moments,
When precious things happened ,
I wish I could turn back time,
Returning to the old life that I used to have before.

It's fading away,
Those memories,
I didn't even realize time flies so fast,
Signify the coming of age,
That's the way things are,
It can't never be replace,
Because it last forever,
that's what we called MEMORIES..