What is more beautiful,my love?
Love lost or love found?
Don`t laugh at me, my love.
I know it,It`s awkward and naive,
when it comes to love,
and I ask questions straight out of a pop song.

This doubt overwhelms me and undermines me,my love to find or to lose.

All around me,people don`t stop yearning.
Did they lose or did they find,I can`t say.

An orphan has no way of knowing.
An orphan lacks a first love. The love for his mama and papa.
That`s the source of his awkwardness,his naivete.

You said to me,on that deserted beach in California.
“You can touch my legs”
But I didn`t do it,
There,my love, is love lost.

That`s why I`ve never stopped wondering since that day.
Where you have been.And where you are now?
And you ,shinning gleam of my misspent youth,
did you lose or did you find?

I don`t know,

And I will never know,

I can`t even remember your name,my love.
And,I don`t have the answer .
But this is how I like to imagine it,the answer.

In the end,my love we have no choice,

we have to find.