Every little drop
Every little sigh
Has vanished into thin air—
None of that matters anymore
But the midnights washed in blue rain
Or the sun kissed golden twilights
Are too beautiful to even try to forget
I guess our tiny boat
Wasn’t strong enough to keep us safe
Through all stormy nights
Still the plank of wood
In my heart I’ll bear—
The plank that once made out boat
The plank that has the colour of your eyes—
Something to remember you by…
