Sitting on the bench
  
  Sitting on the bench,
If front of the ice cream shop,
Feeling the soft breeze in your hair,
U closed your eyes,
And smelled the spring air,

U saw her going out,
With her hands full of ice cream,
And face full of smile,

U saw her hair,
Waving in the wind,
Her dress with all the colors,

U wanted to kiss her,
And taste that ice cream from her hands,

she sit next to u,
U raised your head and look at the sun,
And wished every day to be like this…