Sometimes things seem varying from time to time. They grow, they shrank, they came, they vanished, with a pattern that can almost be told all the while.
Like the song you loved to sing out loud but no more; you probably learnt not to play the song that frequent so that you can keep it touching.
Like the way you talked to someone but no more; you probably find that it's best to let him stand further when he's yet to explore what he could appreciate.
Like the way I passed by the color but now once again; you probably understand why I can still smile; when you learnt that it's the way you've chosen to play the game.