beautiful words.

There's a four-line poetry I could never forget. They are not my words but they're in my heart like they are mine. But then, I guess they're really mine after all. I am being selfish and will not share it. Memories are all we have, don't we? So I'd rather keep them all to myself.

But I have to say, this four-line poetry makes me melancholic and hopeful and happy and down all at the same time.

Not a lot of things can make me that.