Today, while you are with me,
your memories remain
Seasons still come of flowers
The season of colors and fragrances
The season of love and rain
In fields filled with yellow mustard flowers
in drops of water falling from leaves
You still stand before me
In the desolate canopy of my heart,
still shines a broken star,
seeing which, holding your hands,
I asked for something I desired
Those seasons of love spent with you
are shrinking,
In the pages of the diary you gave me,
blooming in the pages
far and wide,
a forest filled with majestic flowers
Is being filled with music,
the song of a tiny bird
the whole thing, the forest
the flowers are blooming everywhere...
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 