You are not a memory of glorious green,
Yet, Eleven-Eleven
I still can look you through my window pane

Neither you can be touched nor seen
Yet, Eleven-Eleven
You are not decomposed in the state of oblivion

Life dashes through hell and heaven
Yet, Eleven- Eleven
You are lingering twenty-four/ seven

I never crossed any forbidden lane 
Yet, Eleven- Eleven
You are taking me to winter's rain

You don't hurt me anymore but then again
Listen ,Eleven- Eleven
You can't revisit me again and again

You can't provide me any pain
Yet, Eleven- Eleven
You better be gone