A piano on my street...

A piano on my street...
Children playing outside...
A Sunday, and the sun
A Shining golden with joy...

My sorrow that makes me
Love all that's indefinite...
Though I had little in life,
It pains me to have lost it.

But my life already
Runs deep in changes...
I am seventeen, no no
I am seventy I believe...
A piano I miss hearing,
Those children I miss being !