In old times,
The night lasted longer,
We gathered, feasted, and chatted,
As dusk fell,
We strolled through the village,
Sharing the laughs and tears.
Then, we headed home,
Beneath the twinkling heavens,
Frogs croaking in chorus.
In old times,
We die
At where we were born.
In old times,
Hello wasn’t always followed by
Goodbye.
To know you,
were to know you lifelong.
I'd spot you
at the fairground,
at the weekend markets,
Walking with your family.
Our children, companions in play,
Would learn side by side.
In old times,
People say I love you,
Then, they
Will only love you.
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