Just outside my house,
After a small walk,
On the way, her house is there.
When I saw her for the first time,
My breaths stopped.

That she lives in my heart,
How do I tell her that.
I couldn't say,
Somebody should tell her.

On her street,
So many of my evenings have passed.
If she looks at me once in a while,
I am happy with that much.

I tried a hundred ways,
But I couldn't just go and tell her.
I just kept sitting there, all night.

When I go close to her,
I forget everything,
When our eyes meet.

If I see her on the way now,
I will stop her and
Ask what's hidden in her heart.

But now doesn't live there,
I have heard that she has left,
And this city is empty now.

I still go there,
And repeat everything.
Maybe there is some news about her.