Oh, man. I can't remember anything without you.
I remember back then we burned up the last of my teen's.
Yes the days when we couldn’t see an inch in front of us,
We laughed, we cried.
Those days with you, those moments are now in memories.
The place where wild strawberries grow! Perhaps I got a little sentimental. Perhaps I got a little tired and felt a bit sad. It's not impossible that I began to think of this and that, associated with places where I played as a child. I don't know how it happened, but the day's clear reality dissolved into the even clearer images of memory that appeared before my eyes with the strength of a true stream of events.
Our wistful little star
Was far too high
A teardrop kissed your lips
And so did I
Now when I remember spring
And every little lovely thing
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile
Your lovely smile
The slower I walk, the more you the wind pushes me.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th'expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoand moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before:
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
Et si quelque jour vos chaînes
Vous sont brusquement retirées
On part, sa valise pleine
De souvenirs et de regrets
Que l'on range avec ferveur
Au grenier de son cœur