I hear laughters from happy lovers
One Sunday afternoon as they watch the dying sun sink on shore
With arms entwined in each other's waists
They walk barefooted on white beach sand
Now and then they look back to where they left
and look ahead to where they go
I watch them sadly, wishing i could be with my loved one too
Dreaming how we would have spent this day
Like the happy duo i saw
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