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Fragrance Of Paper Flowers
My longing to meet you
is like a trampled dream
I used to smile a lot
until I saw you in your final moments
From that day
I forgot the meaning of happiness
and let myself lost in despair
Dear Mom, do you remember that time
When we used to play and laugh together
I used to make paper-folding flowers
and you used to bind them to prepare
flower crowns
From the beginning,
I knew that this scene would fade away
but I didn't wish it to be that quick
Now, my nights are breathing in loneliness
Without any care, without any affection
Throbbing tears are slipping
from my red eyes
I'm growing weak in these moments
of distress
I always lay a paper flower before
your photo frame
I hope that one day you'll come back
and pick those flowers
Even though, in the depths of my mind
I know about my unbearable reality
I can't dive into it
It feels like walking in an inferno
You can't expect those dead butterflies
to fly again
They only belong to the ground to decay
I looked at your picture
You slowly wave your hand and
said 'goodbye' my dear
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Not based on personal experience
is like a trampled dream
I used to smile a lot
until I saw you in your final moments
From that day
I forgot the meaning of happiness
and let myself lost in despair
Dear Mom, do you remember that time
When we used to play and laugh together
I used to make paper-folding flowers
and you used to bind them to prepare
flower crowns
From the beginning,
I knew that this scene would fade away
but I didn't wish it to be that quick
Now, my nights are breathing in loneliness
Without any care, without any affection
Throbbing tears are slipping
from my red eyes
I'm growing weak in these moments
of distress
I always lay a paper flower before
your photo frame
I hope that one day you'll come back
and pick those flowers
Even though, in the depths of my mind
I know about my unbearable reality
I can't dive into it
It feels like walking in an inferno
You can't expect those dead butterflies
to fly again
They only belong to the ground to decay
I looked at your picture
You slowly wave your hand and
said 'goodbye' my dear
© All Rights Reserved
Not based on personal experience
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