We met, it seems, such a short time ago. You looked at me - needing me so. 
Yet from your sadness our happiness grew and I found out I needed you too. 
I remember how we used to play. I recall those rainy days. 
The fire’s glow that kept us warm. And now I find - we’re both alone. 
Goodbye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end. 
But in my heart is a memory and there you’ll always be.

★ The Fox and the Hound (1981)