"Gradually the warm summer air becomes winter.
The fallen petals are reminiscing of the youthful spring days.
Flowers of spring have withered to become ash.
Underneath the twilight night,
You remind me this glimmer of hope is like the stars, forever out of reach, but seemingly close."
"I dance upon the fallen petals
Blinded by the delusions of false hope.
You dance with the new, forever abandoning the old.
Youthful, but old, different and new
You're mingling amongst the white lilies,
As the petals become ashes, lifting into the air.
My love, forgotten and weightless, following the lonely wind,
Blowing away from you,
The ashes of my love..."
"A love like a calamity washes over me
You stand by the tides completely unscathed by the wind, thunder, and rain.
Whispers become screams, rain turns into an endless downpour of tears enough to fill the ocean.
The petals become ash.
The seemingly sweet fragrance of youthful love becomes bitter."
