Where is this house? Where is this street?
Where is this young girl that I am in love?
Here is this house, here is this street,
And this is the young girl that I am in love.
Apricot orchard is by in full bloom,
One can’t see paths, – blurred now footprints,
Nature in Spring, as in past, very boon.
The clouds in sky… all are as blue pink.
Petals are whirling by storm in the sky,
Are whirling, are whirling… over my head.
I don’t know, I not know why
The blue scarf is here… my girl forgot.
Passed the time – orchard faded to utter…
Branches are bare – only leaves gently rustle.
A darkened carpet of petals… in sadness, —
Storm waves … – him squeezing to wrinkles.
Where is this house and where is this street,
Where is my love, which was here I met? —
Vanished her house, unrecognizable street,
But in my heart… is the first love remained.
October 2018 – February 2021