The day I met you have become a memory in my life.
Not a history because I still know that face I saw;
The face right here with me,
The face that brings me joy.
What else will my heart keep so long if not this;
How we've being together all our lives.
Isn't this a memory to keep?
Isn't this a melody to our old age?
We became one the first time we met,
Thursday, September 27, 2012