on the hill long ago

On the hill long ago

Of the misty night and cool windy breezes

The temperature chills the souls

On the quiet night of the hill

The friends sharing in the bungalow

Surrounded by trees and open field

Down the golf field and jungle treks

Of the night of whirring sound...

We lighted up the chimney

Gathered around shared our spirits

Drinking and laughing

Those were the carefree days

The smoke of cigarettes

The sound of music in our ears

The happy faces gathered

In the Mentakab bungalow

We never know about tomorrow

Nobody can say about it

Now down the years pass by us

Where are they now?

Faces and names seem a distance memory

The Mentakab bungalow gone replaced by highrise apartments

Leaving the memories of our times on the hill

Friends met and knew now in memory in the mind