Think Still

The bright colors that say I must endure,
Along the untired time that does not rest;
With my hue that preserves the live picture,
Just to give life for those who have gone west.
And will never fade if your heart does seek,
Neither erased nor cracked due to agedness,
Even thrown away like a broken brick,
If you'll keep it as how you kept lifeness.
But its freshness will come to diminish,
As soon as your heart loses its tight grip;
And by the tickling sound it will vanish,
Trap in the dungeon that no one can trip.
So if your heart still thinks about your past,
Time will end but your memories will last.