All the things that we shared
In that old place where we met
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
All those beautiful times that we had
Whenever i remember
On August or on September
Those moments of poetry
Maybe the finest things to me
When i heard the bad news of the fire
Lost of the people i admired
I feel so very bad or i feel so upset
Missing all those guys
I can't forget
I will never forget
All those writers and poets
Time and again i expect
We'll remember them all with respect
All the things that we shared
In that old place where we met
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
All those beautiful times that we had
Whenever i remember
On August or on September
Those moments of poetry
Maybe the finest things to me
When i heard the bad news of the fire
Lost of the people i admired
I feel so very bad or i feel so upset
Missing all those guys
I can't forget
I will never forget
All those writers and poets
Time and again i expect
We'll remember them all with respect