FLOWER


I brought you a flower, pure white, but you could not see it.
I spoke to you, but you could not hear me.
I watched the autumn leaves skipping through the grass, but you could not catch them.
 
You are home, in the place with streets of gold and no more tears;
but down here it's only me,
and the cold cold wind.
 
 

 

 
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Flower
 
(Arranged from newest to oldest)