Don´t
you cry
my
darling,
don´t you cry.
For
what is
happening
now and
then
has
happened
before.
This
is not
a bitter goodbye,
nor the promise
of the future,
not
at all,
but I can hear
the call.
There
are
many rooms
in your
Father's
home, but for me
there will be
a white
pavilion
south
in the middle of
charming
cherry
trees.
It's
a wonderful
path,
light pass.
And
we
will still see
some
red roses
for the
evening
and
some bright
and
joyful
stars,
together,
you and me.
24.4.21
