Things I felt at every touch Things I saw every day once I opened my eyes All the things that busily pushed me and passed by Things I believed in more than myself Things that I kept deep in my heart Why did I keep each and every one of them?
I feel the Sunday breeze tickling my ears And I see the clouds swimming, waving good morning So I fold my hands and wish let this day never end Maybe the summer haze will wait on me, then
