The memories of what once was and what would have been
It all seems to fade now; it all seems to be yesterday again

If not for someone else, would it have bloomed?
I can only guess, no one is told of the coming doom

Adios, memory of what was and what would have been
Do remind me sometime later, to greet old friends
Old friends once adored, cherished, and loved
those who made me happier than the moon above

Adios, till we meet again, till we meet again
and maybe, we will become friends again.