2018.07.06.
Roschin's love song
Young and tender lass,why didn't you cross my path
in those distant years
of my youthful spring?
My hair has turned grey,
how could I help it?
Why have you crossed my path
only now?
Among my peers I forgot
how many years went away.
Your shapely youthfullness
remembered me of that.
My mind is filled with
regrets of my spring
that has passed forever, without you.
My grey hair is so afraid
of your curls.
You look even younger
when I'm near.
We shall not rejoice in our meeting,
for our fates can't be one.
You are my last love
and my suffering.
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