Remembering the bright lit night,

That spills beads of joy inside,

And still cuddling thoughts of the sight,

To live the memories of the one who was beside,

When remembering the bright lit night,

I see the trees that stood adorned,

In chains of countless shades of colours,

On either sides as if someone ordered,

To welcome us with twinkling smiles,

I remember on that bright lit night,

Two shadows strolling ahead as one,

Then I turn to see the face of the one beside,

And it makes me to sprout a smile,

I remember on that bright lit night,

Happiness peeking out from heart,

Eyes dancing to the colours of light,

And hands holding each other,

To tell the stories of love.