The day we met,
The young flowers bloomed,
The tranquil river beside rushed down,
And we sat in the green garden reading each other feelings in the silence of the atmosphere.

The day we met,
Is surely a day of the past.
The past has passed,
But my mind still thinks that once again the day will come and forever will it last.

Sitting in the green garden,
I compared the present to the past,
And acknowledged that now even the...