Saw him on the streets last night ,
a stranger walking by ,
and the whispers of past reechoed in my mind ,
a forgotten dream turning alive .

Back then ,
we were fifteen ,
when you said you loved me ,
with a twinkle in your deep brown eyes ,
and I wrote your name in my diary in black and white .
One day when you kissed my cheeks ,
soft and delicate like the wings of butterfly ,
and we danced like the lovebirds in blue sky.

The rose that you gave me on valentine ,
still breathes between the pages of my diary .
Our name scribbled on the trees ,
whispers our stories left behind .
You might say that our feelings have died ,
but I know the stories of our love is still alive .
It lingers on and on in some corner of our mind ,
like the breath of a giant ,
sleeping forever and ever inside the woods so quiet .

Your red face of jealousy ,
when your friends laughed with me ,
our secret cycle rides after school ,
and your funny jokes when we danced in the rain,
for the first time flashed back in my mind .
One day you hugged me tight kissed my cheeks ,
for the last time and said goodbye ,
in the month of july.

Don't you remember, 
we used to etch our name on every desk and tree ,
and tell our friends that we will remain together ,
forever and ever fresh like the leaves on tree.
I hummed the word forever and ever million times ,
till we turned 21 and changed our minds ,
last summer in the month of july .

The rose that you gave me on valentine ,
still breathes between the pages of my diary .
Our name scribbled on the trees ,
whispers our stories left behind .
You might say our feelings have died ,
but I know the stories of our love is still alive .
It lingers on and on in some corner of our mind ,
like the breath of a giant ,
sleeping forever and ever inside the woods so quiet.

Life flows like the sea on ride ,
and the love we had once has died ,
but those stories are still alive ,
because the stories never die.