An old lonely park, snow-flakes scattered all around---
Just crossed two phantoms, silently.
Their eyes dead-coloured, lips sloth
Voices too faint to be heard the least.
The old lonely park bathed in the snowy water---
Two dead souls recall the lost memories.
Can you still remember those thrills, the moments?
What's the use of calling them to memories again?
Leave it; just tell me, do you still get thrilled by love in my name?
Do you still let my soul float in your dreams?
Gone the days! The sweet days, the happy days inexpressible.....
We quivered in joy pouring our lips. O the days! Be back!
How awfully blue the sky seemed, desires nested in belief!
Desires have flown away to the darkest sky, defeated.
The two souls departed leaving the soft grass around,
Only the darkness of night listened to their faint whispers.
