How many people there were around the corner waiting for others,
And then it would rain,
and they'll hold an umbrella,
While no one waited for me in the sunny days,
It’s been about a hundred years that I have been left in this shop,
The walls are bored from me but are too shy to say,
I have my eyes on that handsome,
and he is on the roads,
I would sing him songs, but he himself is busy,
I waited for a lot of dates, but no one waited for me,
It’s been about a hundred years that I have inventing addresses,
not known for whom,
and I'd send them news,
It must rain on the door tomorrow umbrellas and loved ones who would take me someday
And he who has remembered all the people, finally remembered me.