Last time I saw this face, it was scattered around.
I couldn’t recognise it.

Last time I heard this voice,
I couldn’t understand any word of it.
Everything that I heard was just moaning.

The memories are split into shards,
They can’t make any sense by themselves,
They can’t make any sense together either,
They give only a resemblance of memory, which was gone long ago.

The rest between them is the speechless void.