Wind stroke the once more of my head,
recollecting.
Pictures of yesterdays,
flashes through my eyes.

I can in any case listen
how it echoes in my ear,
indeed a few things are presently not the same,
still I can hear your name.

By one means or another and some place,
I will be holding up.
I take finished and done,
indeed behind the shadows of uncertainty
I strolled alone,

In any case I think about her.
In any case I adore her,
be that as it may where did I happen?
A yellow moon sparkles,
dried the orange skies;
a blurring smoke becomes scarce the street,
an alternate day is carried out and night will soon unfold.

 

Thanks for reading.

Picture from Google.