Do you think an apple-tree doesn’t remember
In spring how the fruits fell...
It blooms with persistent whiteness
And requires light after water —
To drink, and drink,
and drink in the life.

And for the hundredth time, not to know that everything will pass.

Wouldn’t you want to watch and admire
How an apple tree blossoms without memory?
 
We can’t help but Gene Tells,
an imitate nature history,
When it’s beautiful without embellishment...

As if for the last time
— spring comes!
And he loves me
as if for the first time...