In my bedroom late at night

Coming from my windowsill,

A beautiful moonlight

I'm looking at the seashore till the end,

Holding the old memories in my hands.

Then,

A thought comes to my mind

Where my grandfather might?

A star twinkling high above the sky Replies

"He is with me, my child".

I took a sigh of relief

When it comes to my belief

He's still present with me

Though in my heart and my memories.

Still looking and taking care of me

With those old and lovely eyes.