They say everything we passed
From the time it starts,
The all we had light and dark
They say the truth these are.

Black and white is coloured
Remembering when it flashed up,
We all should have to believe
They say the wright are.

You collect them in albums
To show the coming generation,
Feelings are great or dead
They say as they are.

We may be disappeared from here
Photograph will remember all,
We die from pain or old
They say it all.