I walk and walk without a destination.
|The flowers bloom and another day passes,
Summer comes again.
I walk and walk without a destination
Eventually there is an end.
Times that dazzled
Times that won’t ever come again.
Days that were so long,
That I walked through them with tears.
I love them all.
Because you and I are here
It becomes a memory.
Your smile that warmly blossomed for me,
My sad heart that couldn’t bear show you
I love them all
You and I are here
It becomes a Memory.