Missing
I urge you you to say you cannot forget
You tell me me also completely to collect
As for us the memory is a day which flutters does not fall
Never can turn yellow
Gathers the day very is always short
The anticipation day very is always long
Nearby the year mountain stream sorts the line which picks uphow many to glisten
If you must think of looks the stars which space that glitters
That has me to search your vision