但願不只是朋友

There's nothing left for me

Of days that used to be

They're just a memory

Among my souvenirs

Some letters sad and blue

A photograph or two

I see a rose from you

Among my souvenirs

A few more tokens rest

Within my treasure chest

And though they do their best

To give me consolation

I count them all apart

And as the teardrops start

I find a broken heart

Among my souvenirs

I count them all apart

And as the teardrops start

I find a broken heart

Among my souvenirs

Among My Souvenirs - Connie Francis