Step over step, as I move further into my life,
I find one name written across my memories.
Winds and floods of troubles passed over you,
yet it stays intact — my finest memory.
Someday, somehow, it was meant to be:
that we would meet, and become good friends.
Now, when I pour out my silence,
I always remember you, my friend.
In a moment of darkness,
you hold me in your caress;
and in a moment of dullness,
one name draws close to me again.
Some of my greatest memories are these —
those little but sweet fights with you,
the whispered words of love,
and how I loved to share my everything with you.
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