On a lovely December morning,
Crossing a bright sun-lit street,
Was the first and the last time I saw you.

You wore a blue-green dress,
Walking with easy carelessness,
The first and the last time I saw you.

Like that day of warm winter sunshine,
Your face glowed with a secret smile.
The first and the last time I saw you.

Slowing down, I turned around,
To look at you for a while,
The first and the last time I saw you.

Yet after a few steps along,
You boarded a bus, humming a song,
The first and the last time I saw you.

And today, years since that day,
I wish it was not the last time,
When it was the first time that I saw you.