Still

She was so poor Come to our house It was maidservant Holding lunch for me who was sick When she came to the middle school classroom, handed it over, and went back, my friends opened the window, Whistled and teased She is He was always gentle and didn't cry She is She ate with us, talked and joked nevertheless Never could we saw her tears the more, the more, We valued her One day, She left our house and moved to a rich neighborhood where there wasn't much to do And the years passed we forgot her face Carried by the Wind, I have been heard about rumors 'She took the jewelry of the house and ran away in the middle of the night nevertheless To me, she is a good, beautiful girl, Today, 50 years later, I hear her songs, I see smiling as she walks, It is clear.