Remember when the wind the trees and taunted them the robes of the body pulled.
That we together - the rain pelted with currents -
shelter and you're so terrified

When I said this was the end, and for good
our paths would separate
"My poor child, it's sad but it needs
it is better to go "
I said nothing and you cried

Remember? my hand to yours
gently pressed, because you would soon see
I was not the best
and you smiled through your tears and said: "Perhaps ...!"

Now it is autumn again and rain, but only
I hide under it, lover, and think of you - weep ...