When time pass the comb in my hand

A new day,
when sun light pass through my curtain,
when I faced my shape from the mirror,
I almost can see the time goes by,

Today!
When a photo appear on my sight,
An old place which I had the best memory
A memory with my mood and my friend

Time is a sliver brook which silently slip out us hand,
Only left us the desire of it come back,
Time Tig Tag, Tig Tag