Old lightning

I was walking one day, by a passing road. It was so shiny, so full of lights,

Just like I used to be before.

Step by step different memorable things I saw Until in that rusty bench I sat Differently from before...

Now It was just me, without that old feeling of getting sore

And the only thing that hadn't change at all, were the rusty bench and the lights on the road, were the irreplaceable memories from us on the way Of getting lighted by each other every day