I will never return to the city where I was a boy. Don’t ask me to come, don’t call me and send me e-mail. I remember: that city was sunny and festal… Enjoy! I will never return even though the return is on sale. I will never be happy without that girl in the yard That had shown me clearly she didn’t me like anyway. She was not only beautiful she was attractive and smart. I was shy and ungainly. I could only watch her and pray. I have grown up quickly, the world has me called everywhere. Never having the time to recall what and whom I have liked, I am mourning now: bestriding the fatal barrier And I cannot return to the time when my happiness biked…