Broken heart street

What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?

That smiling street
Of my teenage love
In which I used to spend
My every morning to evening

My bicycle’s wheel
slows down automatically
The heartbeat is pumping
like the waves of the ocean

Those carefree moments
of pleasant thoughts
That street where my
dreams found wings to fly.

I wonder what intoxication
was there in the fragrance
of that elvish street
that made me ecstatic.

That desire to see a glimpse
that impatience
that carelessness
that madness
that refreshing feeling
that whole day’s work.

With the breaking of
those fake promises,
my heart also got broken.
Now it’s goodbye to the
memories of that lonely
Broken heart street.