I look upon you, well it was good,
seeing you being there is enough for me,
we played a lot, we laugh a lot.
It was the years I'd had with you,
missing you I guess, your face is
a memory I can't forget, it was
also the last time I saw you
with old thoughts. and I'm young,
you are like an old tree,
ancient and beautiful,
how I wish I still have
you, only in my dreams.