And finally the time approaches near

When the clock ticks the ending of the year

Every moment has been meant

As cleverly as it has been spent

But time is only something we borrow

Seconds made up of happiness and sorrow

And tomorrow will bring another year

Until there are no more, or so I fear

But for now, let us dream as we will

Living each puzzle like its own thrill

Slipping away upon a swirl of sands

Are memories of when we last held hands

I had thought that time and season was forever

It turns out that after all, I’ve never been so clever