One spring day
I saw flowers blooming
you who called me, by my name
under the darkness
and the prettiest sight
I encounter
when the blossom begin to fade
I shattered into pieces
as if I was glass
my heart hurt
the way my eyes hurts
sitting all in cold nights
At passage of times
it digs deep inside delve
the flower I loved
has vanished away
I bloom with you,
and I was happy
but I abandoned the reality
that some flowers are
meant to be disappear.
