The poem laments that these days have "passed and gone". The vibrant colors of childhood are replaced by a "mysterious river" of life that flows into "silent, deserted rooms".
Days when "perhaps life was just a child returning home from school" or a woman passing by with a basket. O Gunler Siir Furug Ferruhzad | Yorum Kenan Isik
Farrokhzad reconstructs a world that is "healthy, full of life, and happy". She describes: The poem laments that these days have "passed and gone"