Whether I live or not You all remain in my heart Whether I live or not You all remain in my heart

From the first day you were born to me The warmth of my heart From the first day you were born to me The warmth of my heart

The poem is a letter to younger oneself. The poem is a letter to younger oneself.

Red rose bloomed bright Boy plucks it tonight Red rose bloomed bright Boy plucks it tonight

As I read the letter, An angel appears As I read the letter, An angel appears

There will always be an unwritten letter in my heart, And here I am.... There will always be an unwritten letter in my heart, And here I am....