Since the day came
I knew that oval face
Timid smile
Looked pretty,
Long hair,
Spreaded down the back,
Always be confidence,
Never shame on people
The candle light
Might be the memory of ours
When the night came
No one but us,
Not the sparkling stars in the sky,
Only that eyes
The short time
Was the large story,
Remembered as long life poem,
In no one mind,
But just you and me,
I wished I used to be the lucky one!
