I’ve always thought memories are funny,
I forget but I remember.
Sometimes I feel like a dummy,
but sometimes I feel better.
In this small memory room,
Letting our feelings bloom,
it’s just us.
You fill my memory room like no other.
Even if everything else floods out,
I don’t even want to bother.
Because you free me from the drought.
Forever, if you may.
Because this memory room can only fit us.