Like leaves floating in a lake,
Loved ones will drift away.
Away…..somewhere far and distant,
But with me, their memories shall stay.
In the depth of my heart,
Laughter of their love will always be.
Like the sea shells when heard,
Echoes the cry of the whispering sea.
As I know the rule…..flowers wither,
While the tree is left with the fruits.
And sky brightens by sunlight from moon,
While the sun is on his daily pursuits.
Loved ones may not be with me,
But my heart has them treasured.
And memories would continue to sadden me,
Till my own life would be measured.
