Flower

To prevent the flowers from falling,

do I have to destroy the bud ?

The flight of the flower, both fleeting and new beginning.

I am trapped in the past, the view blinded by the shower of blossoms, inexorably taking me in.

In the end, everyone finds what he desires.

I saw the flower next to you blossoming,

watched them wither as you're go a way to early.

The flowers have fallen far too early this year.

Your eyes spoke words, with regret, I had to agree.

If you could see me now..,

would you think I am a bad person?

Me, now alone looking at the first bud of the year and quickly turning my eyes away?

If you're could perceive the voice of the newborn, it, the flower of evil.

The cold winter that smothers all the green,makes me forget you a little bit.

I know you'd be very happy if I could close up.

But the person I am now has failed to recognize the hope for change.

The hope against the implacable truth, they merge and form a bright veil.

I cannot believe I will never see you again.

There was so much I wanted to say and so many opportunities to say it but I missed.

I see the plants blooming, with a bitter aftertaste I rip them from their roots.

But no matter how great the pain, I still believe deep inside me that in the end we will find what we desire.

The chrysanthemums have stopped blooming, my little angel.