Flashes of light twinkle from the past
Golden-brown shine, outdated frame
Yellow city lights and smile
Nostalgic days passed by
But that past wasn’t mine

I wonder how the flavor of that cup was
But now it has become an artifact that tastes like dust and rust
I washed the cup and served the tea
I knew it wouldn’t taste as it seemed to be

Yellow flashes continue invading my mind
Forcing me to believe that past was mine
Yellow city lights and smile
Nostalgic days passed by
But that past wasn’t mine