Yet

Turn a little back and see, my friend!
That baby-hood stayed behind,
And youngness is standing ahead,
Those heydays of childhood are completed,
That game is over,
Now, there'll be young story,
Days and nights remained wavering,
Desires stood playing,
Stars on sky are the same,
Outlooks of the world are same,
Yet is the story new,
Turn a little back and look, my friend!