Even though my white shoes were covered in mud The park's swing, my secretly keep kitten Played until dusk I heard your voice calling me The tasty smell of dinner and the stretching shadows
Your back was far broader than anyone Your hands were the gentlest in the world You seemed so tired but still gave me a ride on shoulders Even sunset looked so close, that I thought I can touch it
My memories are so beautiful And I've always been longing for them Here I am, crying by myself Because it's an inheritance habit of yours
Sunday morning, burnt toast Mom was laughing over the shirt that fell to the floor And once it has become Monday You pedalled hard than anyone ever while riding me on the back of your rusted bicycle
My memories are so beautiful And I've always been longing for them Here I am, crying by myself Because it's an inheritance habit of yours
Just for a bit longer For a bit longer If I could stay by your side I wonder, what should I say?