Another year passes by,
The second day of the new year just flew by,
Time is measured in hours, days, weeks and months...
What if time was measured in the memories we capture?
Or by the sorrows that were washed down by tears in the past?
Or rather, the battles that we secretly fought in our heads?
And why not by love?
Love so warm, fuzzy and happy...
Like a hot cup of hot cocoa made at home!