They are really old now. And I feel sad that we're all marching to the end of the road so fast. Their faces in the Central Park always stay in my mind.
Sisters Jin and Bin, ages 6 and 3, live with their mother. Jin likes school and does well. One day, their mother leaves the girls with their father's sister, a woman they do not know. The mother seeks a reconciliation with their father. She leaves them a plastic piggy bank, promising to return when the bank is full. The girls scrub and clean for their aunt, a tippler who's often cranky and complaining. She gives them a few coins for their work. They earn more money catching, grilling, and selling grasshoppers. They miss their mother. The bank fills. They watch for her from a mound of dirt. Will she return?
There are places I'll remember All my life, though some have changed Some forever, not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places had their moments With lovers and friends, I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life, I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers There is no one compares with you And these memories lose their meaning When I think of love as something new Though I know I'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know I'll often stop and think about them In my life, I'll love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know I'll often stop and think about them In my life, I'll love you more
What do you see in the sky? I see tree draws with their limps. I see wind and clouds crossing each others. They talk to the sun, dream with the moon They watch times goes by, they see you walk by.