under its shade, we used to sit for seasons-long,
and used to day dream hand by hand,
and sometimes we inundate with sadness,
sometimes with joy,
do you ever miss "under that tree"?
i don't know? do you still ache for that days?
the date we've wrote on it, and the heart we've drawn,
they are not wiped off, they (still) stay in its proper space,
you used to sing songs for me, when i sleep on your knees
do you ever miss "under that tree"?
i don't know? do you still ache for that days..?