the grains of sand

I know one day, you will be gone. One day you will never be there. Why should we fight? Of course, we can not love each other also. The time will pass on so fast that we will never know how fast it came and how fast it went away. One day, you will just be a distant memory. Far away, neither i can forget, nor i can recollect. The grains of sand slipped through my fingers. Did i let the sand slip through or was it the sand that wanted to slip through? Do we need to prove? Do we need to point the finger? Do we need an answer? The result is still the same- you are still a distant dream.