Don't know from where your memories come

From my awake 

To my sleep 

In my every work 

And in my every talk

Your memories always come 

I want to change 

My attention 

But I don't know 

How you come 

In my every deed

I think there should

Be a holiday 

In the love 

Like all other routine 

But I swear 

Your memories always 

Remind me after 

Knowing the holiday too 

The reason for that 

So much rememberance 

You now become the 

Permanent part of my heart 

And you can know be free 

Only when my heart stop breathing

And that would be the end of life