In my neighborhood now playing some other kids.
Some of them look like their fathers,
their mothers I don't know them.
They pass by my house, wondering who lived here ..
And I am still a child.
The mirror on the wall above my bed now is empty.
Now I sее my self in some strange mirror .. in some other homes.
My house is small enough I thought to take with me when I ..
And I left.
New streets have rejoiced my old shoes.
New loves erased old songs and it is raining and I rejoice ..
Rain over.
And my fall it seems strange to me now.
The leaves in the park slowly becomes yellow..
Summer is not going. Winter does not stop.
I fall asleep and awake.
I wake up and look under the window new spring passes.
And left.
Over my house again some birds fly.
Birds, like birds, just like ever ..
But now I don't see .. Now just remember.
And in my soul some butterflies fly again.
Not so great and not so colorful.
In my soul, now flying dark butterflies ..
Overnight fly. Day did not see.