Memory

How nice was our meeting in the garden!
When we‘re sitting on a narrow branch.
All people around shyly said us “Pardon”
They saw us kissing. Nothing could have changed.

Today a year passed till our happy day
Without turning back has gone away.
But every June I’ll come to play this game
Just to remember…I’d like you do the same.


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