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First of May

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall

We used to love while others used to play.

Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,

Some one else moved in from far away.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,

And you don't ask the time of day.

But you and I, our love will never die,

But guess we'll cry come first of May.

The apple tree that grew for you and me,

I watched the apples falling one by one.

And I recall the moment of them all,

The day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,

And you don't ask the time of day.

But you and I, our love will never die,

But guess we'll cry come first of May.

Our Last Summer

I can still recall our last summer / I still see it all / walks along the Seine / laughing in the rain / our last summer / memories that remain.

We made our way along the river / and we sat down in the grass / by the Eiffel Tower / I was so happy we had met / it was the age of no regret / oh yes / those crazy years, that was the time of the flower-power / but underneath we had a fear of flying of growing old / a fear of slowly dying / we took the chance like we were dancing our last dance.

I can still recall our last summer / I still see it all / in the tourist jam / round the Notre Dame / our last summer / walking hand in hand / Paris restaurants / our last summer / morning croissants / living for the day / worries far away / our last summer / we could laugh and play.

But now you're working in a bank / the family man, the football fan / and your name is Harry / how dull it seems / are you're the hero of my dreams?

I can still recall our last summer / I still see it all / in the tourist jam / round the Notre Dame / our last summer / walking hand in hand.

I can still recall our last summer / I still see it all / walks along the Seine / laughing in the rain / our last summer / memories that remain.

我问佛: 为什么总是在我悲伤的时候下雪?

佛说: 冬天就要过去, 留点记忆.

我问佛: 为什么每次下雪都是我不在意的夜晚?

佛说: 不经意的时候人们总会错过很多真正的美丽.

我问佛: 那过几天还下不下雪?

佛说: 不要只盯着这个季节, 错过了今冬.