I remember that night,
It was by the stony bridge,
The waters of the river,
Quickly running downstream,
Where he reached into his pocket,
And fished out a white bottle,
Filled with sweet fragrances,
And named a thousand wishes,
Telling me that he had come back,
To finally fulfil my thousand wishes,
One wish at a time,
As his way of making up for lost time,
Until all become a reality.

N.M