As I walked on my old road
Never looked a day older, which;
Kind enough to know my needs, so
It always lead me to your home.
‘Twas you, my friend, who gave my diary
A few pages of happiest memories.
Childhood certainly is best life
Having you made it still better.
And back then knew not would lose you,
Knowing though the playful age will end.
Ruins, your hut is now
And colorful days are colorless photos
Between us is unknown distance….
Oh, but still when I watch the clouds
Right like those innocent days, wonder; if
To your house I hurry to play
You might be waiting for me.