FLOWERS

An age has come to an end

It had to happen, I fell in love with you, all over again

I don't have a heart, it's a misery in its self

After all, you are also in the same situation again

spending your life in dalliance and coquetry

See how would you bring your life's beauty again

I am miserable and miserable in every respect

If I think of you, I become a human again

Where is the love? In dreams, my lover

Otherwise, even if it is possible, it will not be found again