Every time we turn a new age
Its like turning a page
A page that we can never turn back
A page that now follows others
The pages make a chapter, or a year in our case
A chapter that contained all the things we did that year
Even though we can no longer see that chapter
We can still remember some of the the things that were on it
But what happens when we get to that last page, of the last chapter
And finish that book
Will we just fade away like an old memory
Or will we live on through the memories of others
Even if those memories can be painful
Life is a mysterious thing and its best not to ask questions
But let's do this one thing and
Remember each other.
