Years later

Later, when I was old

Still as stubborn and willful as when I was young

Still like when I was young - love you

Maybe we will revisit the same place

The valley is empty, the road is winding and undulating

As if no one had ever passed by all these years

As if this life, silent and unjust situation

And we have long since put aside our sorrow and joy -

Your eyes are still gentle, your lips still exude

The scent of almonds and grass

We bend down -

This river of destiny, running and clamoring day and night

When we grow old, the grass will still wake up and sprout in the spring

When we die, the silent waves of light

Will still be in the wind, shining

and sigh