Down the memory lane
Tales of the old times
How can you forget?
The times that you spent
The times that you felt.
Could you ever forget?
Oh my friend, please come
One more time, come close
To my heart, and lets share
Stories of joy, stories of sorrow
Come and share with me,
And let's fill our hearts for
One more time.
In the warmth and softness
Of the sweet morning dew
We plucked the flowers
And rode the swing
We played the flute
Like the shepherd boy
And sang under the shades
By the spring.
And one day we moved apart
We drifted, but here we are
On the tracks that connects
Our hearts, by destiny or choice
Once again, so close
To each other.
So come close to my heart
And let us share the joy,
The fun, and the stories
Of the morning sun.
The stories those are so dear
And near to us.
