Just like yesterday…
The moment you crossed
and winked at me for the first time
That’s the first step. After that…
Every moment called forgetfulness
For the moment it flows
from my heart.
You must have forgotten
I do not know that it is forgotten
Take a few moments
It’s hiding in a corner…
Those moments that add color to our life
maybe it’s better to forget you.
Somehow I will never learn that
I will not already have such a solace.
I understand that you’re versatile
there are new memories always
on your agenda
But you know well,
what a love I have in Istanbul.