Were all things dated,
it'd be easy to leave this world.
I remember my life.
I know, time always forges us.
Through a few days,
changes wouldn't have been too drastic.
But we've gone through many days.
Whether now they are blunt or sharp,
strong or weak,
fine or broken.
Now I'd always remember,
they're still the same.
Still the same 'them'.
Just that I don't know their forgery.
I'm not a good smith.