Time goes on and life flies by,
no one knows the reason why.
Some day's smiles, some day's tear's.
Those are called the wasted years.

Flower's bloom and flower's die,
no ones eyes begin to cry.
Some day's sun and some day's snow.
Season's come and season's go.

Friendship's made and friendships lost,
no one ponders what the cost.
Some day's happy, some day's sad,
reminice what you once had.