How could we forget about the days of old, alas, o the

Gaze of eyes the heart to heart how can we let it pass. For

One more time my dear friend, enter my heart. We’ll

Speak of joys and sorrows to enchant our hearts. We

Gathered flowers in the morn we swung upon a swing. We

Played a flute and sang along, beneath a flowering. A

-long the way we parted and we went to different parts. If

We should meet again dear friend let’s meet in our hearts.