Walking on the dust, singing in the rain,
the threat of life was no more pain,
The climbing of hills , the holding of hands,
The beautiful rainbow, the colourful bands.
The herons flew , the mountains , the skies,
Her beautiful face and dreaming eyes.
The sweet bond of love and life,
the clash of hopes, the grace of time.
His caring hands, never ending smiles,
her sickness - no more pain
His hidden heart cried inside
The tears were all blood stain.
His constant flirts, the never ending charms,
the warmth of kiss, the smell of his arms,
the never ending complaints, the colourful kites,
the bright and jovial days and nights.
The thread of life was merely drawn,
left him desperate, terribly lone.
Her memories made his song,
She was beautiful, but far too long.