Every little breeze, brings with it
A whiff of you, unforgettable, unsaid;
It’s hard to let go, to say goodbye
To the sweet little roses, so lovely, so red…

Each teardrop is a memory
Of a moment we had together
Of a time when we played, cried, laughed
Of the rain and of the sunny weather…

When we agreed to disagree on everything,
And shared our sorrows, our grief, our joys
When we fought together, when we fought one another
When we sang together, as one voice…

It’s hard to forget, to say ‘tis the end,
Of the relationship that we had…
They say parting is such sweet sorrow
For who knows, we may meet but tomorrow…