time slips pass one's grasp
juz as flowing sands slips through one's fingers
without realising, without knowing
in a blink of an eye, precious moments has come and gone
imprint those moments, deep into memories
may they never fade
for wad has past can never be revived
within one's memories is where precious time well spent
can live on forever
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