The lone bench awaits thou alike me
As fall awaits blossoming of spring.
Moments spent together, splashes of bygone
Dreams lived together, are perhaps forgone.
I gather the dry leaves and flowers,
Souvenir of love I find scattered there.
As the melancholic words are hummed by the chair
My desolate heart finds solace in despair.
Spring arrives, the woods are abloom
Showers nature with its perfume.
Yet thou lost the way that ushered to me
I eternalize the moments spent with thee.