the roads,trees and the shrubs
know my name.
Where the old park bench calls me to sit,
Where the birds sing beautiful songs.
Years've gone by and I remain the same.
The people once who were there bedside me,
I unable to find 'cause everything is different,everything is changed.
I unable to find 'cause everything is different,everything is changed.
The lonely riverside plays a melancholic tune.
What you have lost or what you have gained- you blame your fortune.
The time will fly and I will see,
the new face beside me.
We'll share all our thoughts.
We'll laugh,
We'll cry,
We'll talk.
One day when the face will disappear,
I will be sitting right over there;
The riverside will play a new tune.
That day there will be no regret for anything;
I'll be looking at the sky,see the stars
Under the light of the beautiful Moon.
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