Your sweet scent reaches me
It smells of cyclamen
The flower you gave me the last day
I shed tears thinking
Do you really hate me?
I look at the white flowers
And a guilty pain strikes me
It was all my fault
The girl you loved is gone
I lied to her
Because I was too selfish
But I will ask her to be by your side again
Maybe next time we meet....
I'll give you a purple hyacinth