Dead Flower
Is it your scent,
that summer breeze brought me?
Is it you,who made me smile
whilst in my pain?
Or is it you,who gave me hope
to stand on my hardest days?
If enjoying your beauty is a sin,
please consider me as a sinner!
I can't bear the pain,
watching your dormancy.
What shall I get you?
Should I burn my blood down?
For you to rise again.
Spring is far away,
Now it's all grey here.
Hope it will bloom!
As the cold days pass by
and my frozen tears fade away.
The Spring day is here
bringing me the cheerful side of you.
If this is not an eternity
let me pause this for a moment.
Is the world so tough on you?
That you fell before the fall!
I liked this feeling,
when I was with you.
And who changed?
neither did I,so are you
At least your dead leaves exist
to wipe my tears off
and ask me to stand again.
Hope it will bloom!
