Your house is right there on the side,
Everything near here your neighborhood.
I come to this discolored doorway,
Old,
Of your house which has aged,
Changed,
And this abandoned garden
Where I see wilted flowers.
That's so completely you,
And this gate, may it always close
locked up well.
I don't know anything more to say,
Your house, it isn't here anymore,
No one lives in a sleeping house;
I say goodbye to this sad sight.
It's your age,
My new sorrow,
Long gone. (LITERAL: very dead)