Someone showed me a present
A gift on her day of birth;
She told me, it was the most precious thing
The best thing she ever received.
It was an envelope from someone
She never mention the name;
Inside was a card, beautiful in violet
With a red doodle of hearts on it.
It was a poem that she let me read
A familiar poem, I know I have already read;
Where the words are like splashes of memories
Like a song that I had love to sing.
Right then, I know who was the one who made it
The one that once makes the world to me;
It was also the same poem, he has given me
But now he gave it to someone else.