I remember well The picture of our innocence When we played by Gapan’s fields How funny we looked like then! We were so naïve at heart And we flashed a childish gaze At the horizon queer yet lovely. Then, I could endlessly touch your hair… …But you dyed it now And the mere thinking of stroking it anew Brought me to shame. When I felt like touching your soft ears I could do it at once But hey, is that your Nanay’s earring That today you are wearing? I now resist touching your ears. I wouldn’t dare do it anymore.
Your world is drifting you away from me. I know I have to lose you Since you are moving on with your life. But please, leave your memories to me, Memories that picture our innocence So I may remember them well And I may bring back the times When we were so naïve, Playing by Gapan’s fields And flashing a childish gaze At the horizon queer yet lovely, When you haven’t dyed your hair yet Nor worn your Nanay’s earring And you were still here, Here in my world.
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