I dream ... your lips ... you give me a red rose for goodbye .... You can not see my tears, they have drowned in the cracks of the branches ... But you can feel the pain - the same for both ... I dream your hands ... how they are moving in the dark ... I'm alone ... The road is ghostly dark ... without you... I will walk, stumbling in the leaves of the red rose that dies ... I wake up ... everything is true ...
