When the night moon lit up in the sky
We would run up to the roof
Holding beer and candles in our hands
He sang songs of no tunes
And talked to the stars
He would smile and tell them
“She is beautiful than you starry sky”
When it’s raining and we love to get drenched
We would run bare feet to the yard
And dance there for a while
Play like kids and kiss like adults
Will there be such starry nights again?
Will there be such rainy days again?
Will there be a life at all again?