Like the flowers wilting when overwatered,
I'd cry a lot, my eyes would wilt, if you go away.
I am a tiny naughty boy,
happy with his games,
in your rosary.
You were such a pretty rose (or: You smiled so nice)
you weren't fading.
You both loved me much, and didn't tire me.
The flowers.. flowers grow if you love them.
I'm telling you "Don't leave", don't leave,
or my flowers would die out with me..
Don't leave here,
let "here" leave, not you.
Don't leave here,
let "here" leave, not you.
If "leaving" will solve the issues,
let "here" leave, not you.
Don't leave..