It sometimes is a droll, atypical how life is; br It’s quaint to remember, words you did not say! br br Oh! How I remember the times we did not share; br And the way, you could never wipe my brackish tears! br br I did not know, for me if you were the person who cared; br Why did I adore those words, which you never expressed? br br I commit to memory; we never had the world in our hands; br How can I never forget the days we never had spent together? br br I cannot remember the days when you were just everything for me. br It’s amusing thus, that my mind used to say – you would be mine! br br Whatever I have, are impressions of my memories in the desert sand.