Walking with my mom holding her hand in summer day.

It is tiny day's memory calling for my name.

Up in sunny hill that's where I used to live it through.

Delayed past erase what is truth.

Thank god this fifty years memories. I'd made myself alone.

Sixty years later still have the right to torn.

I got this fifty hours memory. I'd made myself a long.

Though it's colors still cover my head.

Remember all that usual thing.

Like the shape of sign board and font.

One, two fountains around here.

Long to bricks all around.

All that usual thing.

Like the color of any scene.

Brightly still cover my head.

Thank god this fifty years memories. I'd made myself alone.

Sixty years later still have the right to torn.

I got this fifty hours memory. I'd made myself along.

Though it's colors still cover my head.

And it's still made me 'til fade away.

My only memory.