It Seemed Just Like We Used To Do

I remembered when we walked through the old and shabby park.
The amber glow from the street light was just right.
How I wanted to ramble with you forever from that moment.
But you had already made a date with others.
Then we parted, respectively, with a smile
It seemed just like we used to do...

Hi Willow. A nice post, but it is somewhat sad. I hope that this helps you. J.

It Seemed Just Like We Used To Do

I remembered when we walked through the old and shabby park
The streetlight orange was just perfect*
How I wanted to ramble with you forever from that moment
But you had already made a date
Then we both smile
It seemed just like we used to do


Please help me ~Thanks for your correction!

*I'm not sure whether this was your meaning. In fact, as this seems to be a poem, then it is hard to say if one should correct it. You have a greater freedom than in prose (non-poetry), or 'poetic license'. It's a wistful poem.

It Seemed Just Like We Used To Do

I remembered when we walked through the old and shabby park.   
The street lights 's.  light's orange color was just all right (maybe you mean"just right" - as in perfect or very good)
How I wanted to ramble with you forever from that moment
But you had already made a date with others
Then we respectively with smile (do you mean "smiled at each other" - what you have written doesn't really make sense)
It seemed just like we used to do


Please help me ~Thanks for your correction!