Of course! I know you then...

Were you the one, who stopped by me
When I was serenading to the moon?

Or when I was getting some dirt o'er my hands
Chaining my bicycle in the afternoon?

Were you the one, by the sunny shore
Gracing a tiara of strung olive twigs

Or a walk in the mist by a hilly terrain
Tracing a sweet tune on your apple-red lips?

Do you too believe; the world is good
Or fancy a train journey for the whistle blow

Or did you ever think of me at the sights,
Of falling stars and of fireflies' glow?

For why does it seem I have loved your smile
Since when I first felt, the urge to write