The tiny white flowers of my garden
are now reddish,
Yes, my bleeding heart changed thier color
but still, they look up at the sky,
May be they see clouds, too faraway,
...
I wish I could be a singer for today,
I would have sung the saddest song ever heard,
I wish I could be a poet for a day,
I would have written those saddest lines ever read,
...
My Tiny White Flowers
The tiny white flowers of my garden
are now reddish,
Yes, my bleeding heart changed thier color
but still, they look up at the sky,
May be they see clouds, too faraway,
I think, they hope for a rain
The drops might make them back white,
and thier smile, might heal my wound