It was a beautiful morning,
soft winds blow in summer time,
two young lovers feel so free,
walking hand in hand across the beautiful lake,
The swing where we used to share the laughter
grow silent suddenly
Then it left only me playing the beautiful sound of the swing..
your side of place grew silence each day..
The melody of the swing become a sad melody..
only the sound of the swing with no laughter but only tears..
what happened to me? what happened to us?
I won't let anyone to ever fill your side of the swing
I'll wait for you to fill the missing melody and
restore the laughter that we once had
till then it will only become a sad swing.
