I loved you and you loved me.
Our world was once happy.
The streets we walked, the times we spent to just talk.
Like seasons, people leave, and memories will fade along with it.
Now I wonder if I'll ever find someone that'll fit.
 

Forget me not when the white snow falls in winter, freezing the moment for us, just a little longer.
Forget me not when the leaves drop to their death from the trees in autumn, the wind blowing away what little sanity we have when we see only each other.
Forget me not when the spring rain finally comes, washing away any sorrows that may linger about.
Forget me not, when the flowers will bloom in summer, symbolizing the hope and love I lost.