we Grow and Memories Stay

(inglês) Sweet and bitter memories, Not always welcome, sometimes desired. Memories where rain fell And many of its drops went unnoticed. Vivid laughter, insignificant dark clouds, The warmth of their hearts was enough to face the cold. Sweet laughter, sweet moments, sweet drops, Sweet children, sweet memories. But not all memories are a balm Or even a relief. Moments where words were spilled And tears were shed, Turning the gentlest breeze into ceaseless torture. The heart beat heavily, Giving the feeling of being frozen, even on a sunny day. These are memories of bitter moments. I have, you have, we all have. That's how we grow, learn, and mature.