Don't you miss the old sweet days,
the time at the park,
where there are just two of us
with packs of cigaterette
we just talk and talk
telling story which we don't tell others
in that evening,
we feel quiet and calm,
with wind breezes our skin
and the sunset gives a warm goodbye to the day
i do miss that time
i do miss you
ohhh.... my friend
ohhh.... my love
