Why do you sit here and smile?
Drink up your wine old man
then tell me a story of the sea.
A tale of the calm ocean and dreams.
Do you miss her still?
Why do smile old man?
Will you not share your memories with me?
I’ve given you wine
now it’s pay time,
so tell me the story when you fell in love in Bangkok.
Not much point, my young friend,
you must live your own life first
before you can understand that the love you lost
is the one you remember the most.