Auld Lang Syne, all gazillion verses...
Jan. 1st, 2006 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
In American-language prose, though I may've mistranslated parts, it not being my dialect
Should we forget our old friends, and never think about them? Should we forget our friends, and the past? The two of us have run in the hills at home and picked daisies, but it's been years since those days. We used to swim all day together in the river, but now oceans have come between us. It was so good then, we thought all our lives would be as sunny as they were in those summers, but then dark clouds came between us. But you're still my friend, and I am yours, and we can share a drink in honor of the past, because while I hope that whatever good can come from the present comes to us, our best thoughts and memories are always of the past.
So it's not really exact. I'm guessing.
Should we forget our old friends, and never think about them? Should we forget our friends, and the past? The two of us have run in the hills at home and picked daisies, but it's been years since those days. We used to swim all day together in the river, but now oceans have come between us. It was so good then, we thought all our lives would be as sunny as they were in those summers, but then dark clouds came between us. But you're still my friend, and I am yours, and we can share a drink in honor of the past, because while I hope that whatever good can come from the present comes to us, our best thoughts and memories are always of the past.
So it's not really exact. I'm guessing.
