What should a rose call a fallen petal
You who once were mine?
What do the shadows think of night
You who’ve come to join me?
What does the sunset think of dawn
You who’ll never meet me?
What do flowers think of spring
You who shall release me?
What does morning think of night
You who will become me?
What does heaven think of hell
You who once stood with me?
What does death think of life
You who always leads me?
What should I call flowing time
You who does deceive me?