We used to play in the treehouse
above the old oak tree
I am the father and your the mother
creating a wonderful yesterday

Below the tree are fragrant flowers
where we stay in our vacant time
Together we had a lovely experience
painting happiness in childhood years

We sometimes fought,sometimes giggled
in the little house above the tree
making it a very true home
even in real it was only a play

Days have passed…years have closed
in the little house above the tree
Time to return in our beloved home
to continue the most romantic play

But the treehouse is not already there
so as the garden and my dearly playmate
The wind blows the leaves of the tree
stealing my only dream away

Thanks for the endless happiness
Thanks for the treasured memories
Wherever you are, I wait wholeheartedly
hoping the play would be a reality