It was upon a July night,
When fall leaves cover the floor,
Beneath the star’s unclouded light,
I held awa to my hometown:
The time flew by, wi’ tentless heed,
Till they wake up
To see me thro’ the hometown.
The garden was green, the river was bare;
The tree was tall, the moon was round;
I am thinking,
Till the last drawing;
I know that was ten years ago
I know I like my hometown.
The sky carries our memories.
“Our Best Memories”
