When I am gone, will you remember my skin?
Someday when the wind will be soft and the air will smell sweet...
will you remember our walks?
There will be celebrations, laughter and happiness.
Will you remember our silly moments and midnight joys?
Will you remember me when you get old?
Or, the time when we blamed each other and then hugged to forget them all.
Will you find me again, when we get lost?
Will you?
