I often come and visit here
To bring back moments gone.
The view here is so beautiful;
The sea, the shore, the dawn.

This used to be my favorite place;
The place where first we met.
Now through the mist your face appears,
It won't let me forget.

As water rushes into shore
And seagulls fly above,
The memories flood my eyes
Of once so strong a love.

This place seems somehow different now,
The moon has lost its glow.
The night contains no mystery
And flowers cease to grow.

How silly of me thinking that.
Things aren't too clear through tears.
I died here when you left that night
But no one will know it for years...