Memories, like waves from ancient oceans
that wash ashore the treasures,
and bring continual blessings
From the shadows of the past,
when the days were full of glory
and no gloom was there to cover
The blue color of the sky.
Yes, indeed, some clouds I saw,
but the storms were brief and gentle,
and now bring to my remembrance
sweet aromas of wet ground.
Oh! fresh breeze of recollections
of the roads where I have travelled,
where still lingers my shadow
as a linkage to the past.
