as old songs...

as i told u
during the times holding your hands
"nice days...nice days..."
like the night we passed our ways
however all neurosis that we counted from the past
we are still young and we haven't say our words for last
till the breath that u felt from my skin
as sweating together
with or with out kisses
take the time over
and your head to my shoulder
let the nice days pass...
so slowly, but kindly
so few to spend
so much to save...
let them pass on my shoulder
the words that others say whatever
neither olds nor youngs
as old songs
just love remains...