And that was the day,
When we met last,
As a whole in person.

Oh! But the time was master - as always,
And different ways were waiting,
To be wearied down,
By many different feet.

Different ways from where,
One can always look back,
But can never come back.
To the misted memories,
And the feeling of respone,
Tears under the cover of smile.

The lost age,
The lost passion,
The lost friendship,
The lost relations.