the flower say goodbuy
The flowers say good-bye to me, they bend their heads and bow low down, which means that I will never see her lovely face and my home town. Well, that’s the way it is, my love! I saw them all in habitation, I take this deathly trepidation for tender feeling, still alive. I’ve learnt my life day after day, I have been living with a smile, and thus I invariably say: In our world all is recurrent. Well, some one else will come along, no grief will sooth the past. The new one, perchance, will sing a better song for the beloved forsaken woman. And listening to the song, maybe, caressing her endeared lover, she’ll probably remember me as a unique and cherished flower.