Written by: Haziq Aiman
I once had a friend... who cried on his bed.
During a dark cold night... his tears were shed.
I asked my dear friend... was it me who made you so sad?
It wasn't you o friend... said the man on the bed.
It's just my heart… and it's filled with regret.
Hearing such a claim… questions filled my head.
You’re such a good man… what could you possibly regret?
Wiping the tears off his cheeks… my dear friends, this is what he said.
I once had a friend... who cried on his bed.

During a dark cold night... his tears were shed.
I asked my dear friend... was it me who made you so sad?
It wasn't you o friend... said the man on the bed.
It's just my heart… and it's filled with regret.
Hearing such a claim… questions filled my head.
You’re such a good man… what could you possibly regret?
Wiping the tears off his cheeks… my dear friends, this is what he said.
