My Words, Your Words

When you show your smiling face
It's so tender and sometimes warm me up
It looks like a history
That cannot be erased anymore

Feeling so depressed and confused
Make people around asking "Why?"
So many questions appear

Sometimes people asking others
Without care of themselves
I don't know it's a promise or not
But, just don't answer it

We're just a small existence
That cannot be erased easily
Please don't tell me that
This is the reason for your answer

Although the smallest things in this world
Are not the important things for this world
We are not the same

Sometimes i wonder
What is your thoughts if
Your existence will be erased?
From this world, of course...