those days.
 

"The memories of the sweet nothings we talked,
Keeps coming back to me, as I lay awake.

Those unexplored paths in our dreams we walked,
Passing the mountains, crossing the lake.


My eyes close as the night brings in moon rays,
Still my mind lies awake in the sorrow rain.

All music that comes to me these days,
Is filled with a melancholic strain.

As my mind goes to rest I wonder,
When those days to me would come back again.

The days when we were there for each other,
In each other's happiness, In each other's pain."