How did my beautiful years passed without attention
Sometimes it was filled with tears, and sometimes it was like a song with a lovely sense
I remember every moment completely, as if it happened yesterday
Its salt is on my lips, stops love within me
I remember the wreath which I have created for your hair,
Your beautiful eyes, the deer that was drinking from the springs.
I remember the birds, trees, roses with thousands of colors
How I were holding spring by its hair?*
I still revival those days within me and live them
As if our happiness would return again
I still carry its beauty in my heart
Like a white rose picked now from its branch