THE CHERRY TREE OF GARDEN
I was younger when you brought the tree.
We played behind it, we loved it.
All of us were clinged to it.
Now it's free, free to be alone.
We left the tree, the garden and the house,
Where we used to play together once.
You're also abroad, so do I.
We're far and I ask it "why?"
The playground was the tree,
The peace was it.
I should forget it and you,
But I'm now with the tree.
