Why Not Stay A Little Longer?
Die the roses one by one;
The sweetest colors fade.
Why the sudden death?
Why not stay a little longer?
Just as moonlight passes by, life must also at some point.
Where's the fear I used to know?
Have I become so loose that I have no reverence?
No, honor still is there- but as the roses die one by one,
bleed my soul with eternal love.
Stamp ever my heart and mind with things of delight and dear things I need.
Waste not anything; even the old and bitter.
They are the ones we seek to kill, yet do not. The death haunts us all, and only in death do ...