Good Old Times

Memories, old memories
Whenever I recall them
I get lost

The paths on which we met
How can we forget those
You look back to them now
All seasons will return

Those sweet memories are still cherished
Those sweet talks are still cherished

Eyes, those eyes of yours
I get lost when I recall them
Promises, those promises of yours
I get lost when I recall them

When rain drops
I remember those tears
Tears, your tears
Will fall in my eyes

 

image courtesy of Megan, The Mom Hood

Added for RDP Saturday – EYES