Mid September - Ibros

Looking out my rainy window

Fog has crept across the street

Autumn leaves will guide me to ya

To the place where we shall meet

Mid September, I think of you as I sigh

If I’d known you better,

I’d only had the chance to stand by

Hear the stories you’d to tell,

but still I remember well

My hand in your hand

It’s gone

Treasure-like I keep your memory

Imagine things you would have done

The time we had is always present

Can’t believe that you are gone

Mid September, I think of you and I cry

If I’d known you better,

I’d only had the chance to stand by

Make you proud as grown up men

Why can’t you come back again?

Your spirit in my heart, it (?)