I know that place your heart remembers
Where sorrow never follows you home
Where the sun says a final good night
And your memory takes flight.
In that place that your heart remembers
But your memory cannot recall
Would it be my name that you say?
Long after the tide pulls away.
Here in that place that your heart remembers
Where hugs and smiles were sprinkled with kisses
When we once played in the sand dunes of Melaka
I can still hear the sweet sound of our laughter.
By Gina, Selangor