Life of a friend
Children were laughing and playing
In the colorful field under this unique tree
I remember those days
Certainly, I do remember those days
Life is colorful at this time of the year
Children running freely like butterflies and birds
In the open space of Autumn's air
How right it is to have this beautiful life
But one was taken many years ago
His father planted a tree for him 40 years ago
It's still there, it has grown up and strong with might
I speak to the tree but they say he's gone
Who am I to judge
Yes, who are they to judge?
Some say life is not very long
Yes, but the tree is still there
Who am I to judge?
Yes, who are they to judge?
