How many sad memories did we have?
What kind of happy days are we going to
hold onto preciously from now?
We always gathered at the nearby park
and laughed out in to the middle of the night,
always... always...
Because i'm really happy for the miracle
of being here when you are.
Let's laugh together again,
the next time we meet.
What kind of dreams
are we going to talk about then?
Regards,
Ferdy D. Savio
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