The sun has finally bid his farewell
To a whole rough day
Flowers that have shone bright out
Swaying loosely by the wind’s gentle blows
Now have wilted back to their
Come now smile for me, my days well-spent
The dew had traversed my petals bearing
The memories of a strong scent
Like a violin it cries without the music
One day such as today won’t come again
Imprisoning; poisoning my heart with beautiful dye
When sorrows now color my petals brown
Calling me back to the dust
Shall I let my nervous time pass?
Time passes and I’m still wrapped by the translucent image of a peaceful day in this world
And I cry in pain like a violin left with its song
Quietly, beside my awkward mistakes at night
Where my flowers have dried; weary of overexertion
Can anyone notice?
Can anyone see?
How a day exhausted the life of a beautiful flower
Out shining with the morning dew swaying loosely to those
Strangers, growing little
Bearing only the memories of a day filled
With my regret from the sorrows now in sync as in the
fading of a dear sunlight.
I welcome the end of a day as I always open it earlier than others
My time is calling; the wind is blowing
And my strength now sapless by the colors of my sorrow.