I don’t regret…

I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees.
Embraced by the gold of fading,
I will no longer be young.
You will no longer beat so fiercely, Heart, touched by a chill.
And the land of birch chintz
Will not lure me to wander barefoot.
Wandering spirit, you stir less and less The flame of my lips.
Oh, my lost freshness,
The riot of my eyes and the flood of my feelings!
I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry, Everything will pass like white smoke.
Life has passed, and I won't return otherwise,
I will no longer be young. I don't regret, I don't call, l don't cry, My heart grows colder with each day. But something still lives within me, Meaning I lived and burned with fire. I have become more frugal in my desires now. My life? Or did I dream it? As if in the echoing spring dawn, I rode away on a pink horse. All of us, all of us us in this world are fleeting, The copper of leaves from maples softly streams. Be you forever blessed, For what has bloomed and then departs. I don't regret, I don't t call, I don't cry, All will fade, like a wisp of white smoke. Even if time itself were to change,
'll embrace my world, just as it is. I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry, I have burned out - but that means l have lived. I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry.