February 30 (part 2)

The shy face of the sky
The sun looks like a red moon
Roses falling from sky
without thorns

I can hear a sweet melody
without any lyrics
Roses forget their own smell
because of the scent of white rose

I don't know
It may be a symptom
yes, she is coming
She is that white rose

She is coming for me
I think she realized her mistakes
Once again life turns colorful
My time get wings

But it all happened in February 30
I realized, it's a perfect dream
I wake up from it.
I was cheated by my dream

In reality, there are no white clouds
there are no colorful flowers in my garden
there are no wings for my time
keeping the darkness

Since you left me
your memories are my shadow
I knew, you'll never come again
But I'm waiting for your next hello

This blind confidence
makes me like a mad man
Tears are falling
even from my shadow

My bedroom is full with thorns
How could I sleep there?
No moon in my dark night
not even a single day

I'm missing the voice of white rose
I know, you'll never come again
the day you will realize my liove
Its like a february 30..