All the way to the roots!

The rustic smell of an old page exists

Those so called underlined emotions run deep in mind

Altough you long to free them forever,

They still hold you tight and never depart

Oh the Sound of those old temple bells

Beautifully rings somewhere way too close

So how far we have come along

I should say that the hide and seek always continue

That soft touch of an old palm still hurts

Completely removing maladies, that it planted smiles

Oh boy!! Growing together they taught me love

And it never left..It grew ! it just grew my love!!