Now the flowers have bloomed,
and the wind has come for them.
But still in my heart I hold,
the sweetest of the scent.
Still in my eyes remain,
the colors of her love.
Still in my ears remain,
the voice I ever loved.
But let the wind take away not,
the fragrance of my love.
Let them take away from me,
the song which I ever wrote,
to my love whom am waiting for.
And for her still I Live,
the life that I never loved.
For her in my Heart I hold,
the pain that made me survive.
Oh dear wind bring her to me,
and let my love bloom,
and let my dream be true.
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