Day after day,
the sun rise and fall,
while I stare at the wall,
then cometh another day.
Day after day,
I grow older,
but not necessarily wiser,
then cometh another day.
Friends come and go,
I write about them in my diary,
so that they remain in my memory,
I hope they remember me wherever they go.
Friends come and go,
some went back home for good,
while someone is gone for good,
I hope they remember me wherever they go.
Day after day,
friends come and go,
hopefully they will drop by and say hello,
and make my day a beautiful day.
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