Gusty wind uprooted the tree,
Bringing up all memories;
Still fresh, still young,
The innocence still hung;
The warmth of the first hug,
The sweetness of the first kiss,
The pain of going away from you,
The joy of coming back to you,
The precious moments,
The mores precious days spent with you,
Fresh in my heart and embedded in my soul,
Still fresh, still young,
The innocence still hung…