Tidying my room is one of the hardest thing to do...
'Cause the old memories will be recovered among the chaos...
Then comes the painful part...
When you have to decide whether to keep or throw away...

Cherish, I have...
but the gone can't be retrieve...
and so I've threw away what's left...

Till now, I still can't bear the pain when I'm reminded...
Thought you should be fading away...
But it was only me dozing off...
And there you are when I open my eyes...

Letting go is twice as hard as picking up...
Half way there I guess...