Lost Old Days

Oh those lovely old days! So badly them I miss Eagerly I look for an angel Who can fulfil my wish The wish to live again My all lovely old days Is there anybody here Who can show me ways? Those lovely companions Those childish plays Splashing of muddy water Shaping idols with black clay Running madly for butterflies Through yellow blooming Shouting without purpose Away from the glooming Loving clashes for the turn On the high windy swing Soothing showers of summer Sweet smell of spring How can be forgotten Those memories of past They keep on hitting me Like a painful, aching blast Let me weep silently With all memories inside O that! I could meet again That made out of hide I wish for the missing part Of my paining heart again Let me pray in the dark For the solace to regain