Tic - Tak_ Tic_ Tak
Seasons of the midst, mellow fruitfulness
Thou Treasure to each an every creature
Once it pass, Never comes back
Hope to Above nd beneath
Couldn't stop you from moving
Ages pass look back feels Whirlpool
It makes memory of Album
Some are with flying colors
Some still remains same
But you are the reality to everyone
There are great noble men's arises
Even war's approached earlier
They are sweet nd sour memories..
Through entire world..
Everyone reminds you.
