I remember, I remember

I remember, I remember,
The spring of nineteen ninety-five,
The little garden bathed in moonlight
Standing by the Central Building’s side.
I was invited to the English Corner,
Talking with students gathered there,
When you came walking softly by
Along the winding path strewn with flowers.

I remember, I remember,
Your gentle voice and sweet smile,
Your pure and innocent beauty
That no plain dress could ever hide.
Such innocence had grown quite rare
In that swift-changing time;
Like a lotus rising from clear water,
Untouched, pure, and fair.

I remember, I remember,
The sudden stirring in my heart,
The quiet thrill, the quickened pulse
That made the world stand apart.
The moonlight falling on your hair,
The blossoms drifting near,
And every word that you let fall
Was music to my ear.

I remember, I remember,
The garden paths in blooming spring,
The fragrant breeze, the shadowed walls,
The joy that simple things can bring.
Though years have passed and seasons flown,
That night still lingers near—
A lotus in memory’s silent pond,
Untouched, serene, and clear.