My roses have faded on the pavement
Frosty has hit the bud-laden brunches
I have drunk the brews in the last nights
I let the flowers bloomed With one breath at the stops
I have trusted only you
I have no one, neither before, nor after
I have undressed, and wore joy
As if rejoice is a crime
What happened to the fact that i am your everything
What happened to me having ember lips
what happened to the fact that i was the flower that bloomed in the snow
i was indispensable