I lost myself again,
In the quiet garden of my heart,
Whispering his name in the cold night,
A silent echo of my pain.
His laughter, so cruel and unkind,
Pierced my heart, but a melody in my mind.
I swim in the blue ocean of what could be,
Of unspoken words, I weep.
I remember the day. You and I,
Sitting on the grass, happy and together,
Surrounded by the blooming white roses,
We called it our paradise.
My heart's crying, like all of these clouds above,
Pouring rain on the earth and ground.
White symbolizes our love, pure and everlasting,
But in his grave, it meant to say goodbye.
Would it bloom? If I kept chanting your name?
Like the prayer of a desperate saint, I can't help
But wonder, could a rose bloom in your grave?
If I watered it with my tears.
