I did not ask the name; did someone say
That to my house You are coming.
Having heard, I'd understood: finally
You are thinking about me.
Vanished has the time, year after year;
So many autumn evenings, they have disappeared!
Dew-drenched, night-jasmine have been crying
Upon roads with name unknown aplenty.
An age has sailed away on an epoch's heels,
And what am I keeping upon mirror of my psyche?
Rainstorm and hurricane, after disregarding,
Remains the image of Yourself, lovingly.
That to my house You are coming.
Having heard, I'd understood: finally
You are thinking about me.
Vanished has the time, year after year;
So many autumn evenings, they have disappeared!
Dew-drenched, night-jasmine have been crying
Upon roads with name unknown aplenty.
An age has sailed away on an epoch's heels,
And what am I keeping upon mirror of my psyche?
Rainstorm and hurricane, after disregarding,
Remains the image of Yourself, lovingly.
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I think I always knew that You would come back for me.
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