Do you remember the bottom of the tree that we sat under its shadow along the seasons, we dreamed by holding hands every time, we were upset in some days, we were joyful in some days? I don't know do you suffer for those nice days.
The date we inscribing and the heart we drawing haven't been deleted, they still remain. All are in apple pie order. You were singing songs while you were lying on my knees. Do you remember the bottom of the tree? I don't know do you suffer for those nice days.