The persistence of Memory

...Remember what was a minute ago  
Was a fraction of hope for the notion like "we"...  
 
...But now it's a time I can not see  
Because wild-running tear wants us to be there...  
 
...And in your eyes the sun's non-glare  
Like I did aware about the tragical script...  
 
...About the days without sleep  
You had feelings to keep from invasion of snare...  
 
...And after all that you simply don't care  
'Bout I'm still standing stared in my soul getting old...  
 
Remembering time a minute ago...  
...Was a fraction of hope... for the notion like "we"...