In my memories,
Those days still remain
Soaked in the intoxicating fragrance of fresh roses
Like bloodshot petals, Those days are alive
In my remaining memories,
In the deepening darkness of the fading evening
Near me are only a crumpled sheet spread on the cot
A pillow with an old scent
Some medicines lying at the headboard
The old scent emanating from my aging hair, My dull eyes
Now incapable of seeing anything in this room
My drying skin which you used to compare
To the redness of the rising sun
Now it is filled with thick wrinkles
My body devoid of energy and beauty
Those days still remain
In my memories
Like the petals of fresh roses
Those days with the sweet fragrance
Soaked in your love
Like the wings of a colorful dove
In the air those days, flying by
In the silence of the fading evening
From the blue, star-studded sky
Like a suddenly falling star
You appear before me, Stepping out of my memories
In the evening's twilight
Recognize me
Do you remember...those days...
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
