Red roses breathing their last inside auburn pages.
I can't hear your heartbeat when I place my ears on them.
Oh how I searched every star to find you in this December stillness!
The bracelet made of black pearls tore off the other day
And so I knew that you left me at the dandelion field where you told me to wait.

If I miss the last train, maybe I'll be less heartbroken.
I hate to go back to the people who...