A Memory..

The fumes were quickly fading away. With every passing minute, i feel that i will get it right. That at the strike of the next chord, an old memory will return. The cold air, the smell, the warmth of the sun on my skin.. The music flows on. And all that i could vaguely remember is the lily. I don't know for how long i will keep the music plugged to my ears in hopes of regaining what i had lost. Or may i should listen to people when they say that some things are lost forever...