Good Old Days

You speak of the day,
The day we met,
Just like speaking,
Of the scenery,
But here is the gateway,
To summer at sunrise.

Because,
When you feel the wind,
On the slopes you dash,
You can laugh everything away,
Tomorrow will be a sunny day.

The days of love and dreaming,
Were part of the good old days.

Even the times,
When feelings aren't,
What they are meant to be,
I remember they're right,
They've taught me well,
That being myself,
Makes me shine.

I want to tie my heart,
To something strong,
Keep the bond,
With a rope,
So I will not be carried along,
With the tide rising.

The days of love and dreaming were precious,
Forever sealed in the pieces of time that passes by,
In the good old days.