I still remember the woods,
Covered with life and endless goods.
And what was not we expected to avail,
Sing O Sing! O Nightingale.

It was a day of miracle
So superficial yet so fatal
Harmony and love came together
Raining with beautiful white feather.

Your eyes beamed with happiness
Clutching my heart with loneliness
And years and years to come
Be the song that I hum

Never living up to expectation,
Who would have thought of extinction.
And all the memories of this hush
Sealed in my heart with your last touch.