Memories of you

It was like yesterday,
the first time when you smiled to me,
and those are a dusty memory to me,
which I kept in a box under my bed.

and today you came to see me,
and I wanted to ask why,
but you're just an old picture for me,
a sweet bitter dusty old memories.

I had forget all sweet tears,
and I already forget you,
only this box remind me of you,
where I put all of you