past

If I could use the time travel,

I would go back to the scene being with you.

If I could use the time travel,

I would say to you honestly. 

If I could use the time travel,

I would not part with the chance. 

Every time I lament bygone days, 

color of my past comes to be more dark. Every time I remember bygone days, 

color of my living days come to fade. 

It looks as if I were living in the past. My heart is filled with my past. 

I am dominated by bygone days. Silhouettes of past dominate me.