When roses are dried when they fade away,
when winter climbs on when there are chilling waves,
the music flows on low the tranquility always stays,
when you brush up when you suddenly set a gaze,
its all summer again its all warm at my place,
all those thoughts encircle me remembering the disgrace,
so much for loving you lost my name in dust,
still i fell the same still there is hope you will come again,
again winters are coming again it will be cold,
roses are set to dry fade away early,
they too seek for one sight to set them ablaze,
droplets of water taste not salty anymore,
feelings flow through them taking out the warmth,
trying to feel you in some other way.
