Thought of for those who know love is the symbolism of forget-me-nots
The time passes tediously looking for a similar shadow
Still in love with the past love
Isn't it absurd ?
All the love you gave is beyond the traces
Swaying in the shadows of the tree-lined streets is your voice
I want to live like a flower and die apathetically
Just bloom just wither and die away
The feelings that don't reach you are forget-me-nots
I probably love you so much that i want to forget
Just bloom just wither and scatter away
The more I wish the more I desire
I want to live like a flower and disappear apathetically
If the voice doesn't reach you just quietly bloom in your heart
The forget-me-nots
Goodbye your voice of the forgotten name