Wristwatch
On a sleepless night, coincidentallyI open the worn out drawer and in a corner is a faded wrist watchIn the stopped time, the precious memories flicker
The small boy who gave me this pink watchAs he scratched his headWhere is he? Where is he living?
Did he grow taller? Would he remember my name?He was a boy with little wordsI missing you – would he have a girlfriend?Just the thought of it makes me smileI really miss you, my friend
It was a rainy dayI was walking in the rainHe shyly gave me a white, vinyl umbrellaAs if he was running away, he ran offWhere is that boy?
Did he grow taller? Would he remember my name?He was a boy with little wordsI missing you – would he have a girlfriend?Just the thought of it makes me smileI really miss you, my friend
Maybe, without knowingI passed him by, I thinkBut no, it can’t be, that would never happenI remember the face of my friend whom I miss
Where is he?Should I call out his name?If I call out in a big voice, will he hear?I missing youDoes he think of me?Just the thought of it makes me smileI really miss you, my friendI’ll be missing you, you’re my friend