Magic Blue Sky

A bit of spring appeared,

and seeing the trees I tought,

of when I was younger,

the time I went alone,

down in the city,

to sit down on a tree,

to hear the world pass,

while I was staying still.

And I remember once more,

of the time I went with you,

down in the city,

in that same park,

sit down on that same tree,

covered in its shadow,

watching together upwards,

watching the sky,

and the clouds pass by.

What a sky it was,

a magic blue,

magic like those times,

of a past that 'll never return.