May we never forget the times of old.

The memories, seemingly rustic to date,

The endless adventures that we had encountered through fate.

For the times of old remain beloved in our hearts,

Recollecting each moment through small pieces and large parts.

I dreamt and I pondered of the future that would lie ahead,

Of all of the experiences I will have before death.

And all at once,

I found myself at an impasse.

They say "out with the old," and "in with the new,"

As I finally found this meaning to be true.

Our past is our foundation,

The pathways we made,

Yet through profound proclamation,

It is the beginning of new days.

May we never forget the times of old that remain beloved in our hearts,

May we dive deep into the future,

Into a new, fresh start.