Death, my love.
Flower petals fall
Like a gentle shower of snow
Creating patterns in the air,
They fall.
Like a gentle shower of snow
Creating patterns in the air,
They fall.
Seasons change,
From the lovers it now goes to leaves
I do not change,
But I watch.
From the lovers it now goes to leaves
I do not change,
But I watch.
Quietly, the leaves fall
Hardly daring to make a sound,
Despite being crushed underfoot.
I watch.
Hardly daring to make a sound,
Despite being crushed underfoot.
I watch.
The rains come now,
Washing away the aches
Of unrequited love.
Along with love,
The leaves too disappear.
Washing away the aches
Of unrequited love.
Along with love,
The leaves too disappear.
I do not change,
I watch.
I watch lovers find happiness
And hide in the rains
With a bouquet of flowers.
I watch.
I watch lovers find happiness
And hide in the rains
With a bouquet of flowers.
The rains crush the flowers
Crushing petals raised with such care,
Those petals I tended to,
Raised with smiles and laughs,
Raised with echoes of snow,
Tinged with melancholy,
But somehow warm.
Crushing petals raised with such care,
Those petals I tended to,
Raised with smiles and laughs,
Raised with echoes of snow,
Tinged with melancholy,
But somehow warm.
I watch.
I say nothing,
I do nothing.
I simply watch.
I say nothing,
I do nothing.
I simply watch.
Through the rains,
Comes a ray of light,
Like a beautiful blade.
Comes a ray of light,
Like a beautiful blade.
Perhaps my salvation,
Perhaps not.
Perhaps not.
The world goes on,
They do not see,
They do not love,
And I watch.
They do not see,
They do not love,
And I watch.
I watch.
Blade in hand now,
Flowers replaced,
I watch the light shine
In all its resplendent glory.
Blade in hand now,
Flowers replaced,
I watch the light shine
In all its resplendent glory.
Somehow, the world turns red,
Like rubies or perhaps
Like a blushing maiden.
It flows from me,
Thick and sluggish.
Like rubies or perhaps
Like a blushing maiden.
It flows from me,
Thick and sluggish.
The world seems redder,
More vibrant,
And I watch.
I watch as blood flows,
I watch as the blade falls.
I watch as the world
Reaches its most beautiful,
With red snow falling.
More vibrant,
And I watch.
I watch as blood flows,
I watch as the blade falls.
I watch as the world
Reaches its most beautiful,
With red snow falling.
I do not watch now,
But I know,
I know the petals are scattered,
But they will remain pure,
Stained by my red,
Never will they be crushed underfoot.
But I know,
I know the petals are scattered,
But they will remain pure,
Stained by my red,
Never will they be crushed underfoot.