tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405885633796662702012-02-16T03:45:35.572-08:00Lydia V.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031561332985458572noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340588563379666270.post-86423580679063991132008-10-21T01:34:00.000-07:002008-10-21T01:45:26.852-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">Old Willow Tree------<span style="color:#666666;"><em>Yes, for the opening ceremony.</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Take a look<br />At the old willow trees<br />Do you remember?<br />What they use to mean<br />Blowing and swaying<br />In the cold night wind<br />Casting shadows<br />Dancing in twins<br /><br />Down the hill side<br />And by the lake<br />How they pride<br />While we sighed<br />If whenever and ever it shall fall<br />White snow flakes<br />The trees they danced<br />Ever harder! Soulfully<br /><br />And now they seem<br />Somewhat different<br />Like lost sprit of dreams<br />Under the moonbeam<br />Not even Zephyr wind<br />Could evoke and redeem<br />The forgotten vibrant<br />Of these old willow trees<br /><br />So here we’re standing<br />By the fireside<br />And at the foreground<br />Some fireflies<br />Oh willows willows<br />One day, we must wave goodbye<br />I don’t know when, don’t know why<br />But I know that I would cry<br /><br />So take a look<br />At these old willow trees<br />Do you remember?<br />What they use to mean<br />Because when we are through<br />We’d have memories too<br />And before we leave, we say adieu<br />Remember what they mean to you.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/340588563379666270-8642358067906399113?l=tagmyarmpit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lydia V.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031561332985458572noreply@blogger.com0