I ran into so many people,
But none was so charming like you.
I ran into so many cities,
But none of them had those cookies
That you used to bake me, so good...
I'm still missing your sweet kisses
That you used to give me in the light.
You used to tell me your tales
While I was trembling at night.
I wish I never lied.
[Dedicated to : The Black Pond]