PAPER BOAT

The days aren't like as they used to be,

It is mizzling and drizzling,

But Why the feelings are puzzling.

I recall something that is close to my heart,

A Question comes to my mind

Should I restart?

Boats of paper used to run in the streets,

Things appeared so sweet.

Me with them used to make it,

This hobby was so darling to us.

All of us were rich,

We used to make lots of boats,

And all used to be afloat.

Rain is there,

Today I feel like to do it again.

To forget my all pain.

To forget my all pain.