Way Back To My Past

I am sitting in my little garden Beautiful smell of a roses... Took my memories, way back to my past; My little friend is fond of roses Keeping a rose in her braided hair Chatting and giggling with me As I am only friend to her...... She is like a butterfly With beautiful soul Flying happily allover , Till the black day of my life.. We boarded buses together, We shared our memories together , We thought of future together, Without knowing our filthy fate. Happiness of our life Flew away with a struggle , She departed away from me, To the garden of souls. I am a dummy , Worthless friend of her Sitting in a garden of roses, Thinking of her with my flowing Tears....