Pages may yellow, petals may brown,
Metal may rust and windows may dust...
Yet wine grows sweeter, people grow wiser,
Some things die down but only some.
The river gushes with rapid flow,
Its water reflecting the sun, it glows,
Though decades have gone and centuries have passed,
Its pace remains vigorious and fast.
The sun shone on carriage wheels,
Back when bulls used to plough fields,
The sun today still shines and reigns,
Some things will always remain the same.
Separated by oceans, parted by land,
It's sad not being able to hold your hand,
Yet love is not measured by miles near or far,
But by the heart; the connecting star.
The time has come and I must leave,
Yet forgetting you that will never be,
Sealed with a kiss this promise remains,
Till we meet again...
