There I saw your familiar face, in the squarely base.
With the name I can't recall, you wrote me a message.
"Are you Ping Ying?", it said.
Shocking, was the only word I had.
And there you started, telling all the stories.
Bit by bit, you filled up my memories.
Back to the old days we had been.
Meeting old friend is really great.
Yet the time died away, bringing the day to an end.
Happy, but sad.
For I woke up in my bed, not knowing where I am.
Thinking hard, I've tried, but nothing came to my mind.
Except the dream during that time.
Even the name you have told, became nothing.
Not a single bit.
