Remembered in my mind on the day when are still sitting beside me,
When the your sweet smile accompanies my days
And when you are still chuckle in lap of illness
And when your weak hand was lifted soul my collapsed

This old swing is no longer swinging tight as when you ride it.
Shelves award now have been stop supplied by your name.
And my room is now quiet without the songs of a visitor coquettish,.

Ah, ... D*** ...
My tears dripped again.
But who now that going to take a tissue and remove it?
Millions of songs from the past can only make my tears more torrential,
Anyway, ...
Let me squeeze my tears alone,
With a piece of rag that you give
Which contains the songs from my memory