Maybe I shall write a poem... On some lovely beautiful day... Maybe I shall write a poem... On some lovely beautiful day...

The rain was not always beautiful, It was a procession of waterdrops and nothing else. The rain was not always beautiful, It was a procession of waterdrops and nothing...

The words are less To define your beauty, The words are less To define your beauty,

When I was 8 years old, I was so active When I was 8 years old, I was so active

The beautiful walk on the greenery path, Laughter pushing away every wrath, The beautiful walk on the greenery path, Laughter pushing away every wrath,

I still remember, The month of February, Date Fourteen, I still remember, The month of February, Date Fourteen,