The memories that never fades,
Childhood hideouts that stays evergreen
The saint heart and tender face,
The smooth hands panning tyres all day
The ego of growing up
The certainty of opening to life
Oh! How can I forget my childhood days?

Tender care from the mothers,
Creamy tears for ice cream
Innocent heart never used to lies
Harbouring the fate where we lie
Father sweats before he lies to sleep
Harkening swiftly to the ambiguous request of...