Yesterday.
As a breeze…
comes and goes gently
As a cloud…
quietly leaves noone sees
Nostalgia perhaps can’t be gone
On the street I walk alone
Passing the old place I was not alone
Ahead corner wakes my concern
Let it bygone, let it foregone
Time to turn so turn
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Yesterday.
As a breeze…
comes and goes gently
As a cloud…
quietly leaves noone sees
Nostalgia perhaps can’t be gone
On the street I walk alone
Passing the old place I was not alone
Ahead corner wakes my concern
Let it bygone, let it foregone
Time to turn so turn