Dear Friend

I wonder how these petals fall of this flower,

I wonder, how quickly, that no one acknowledges

their fragrance power.

Just like the day passes by,

One day, will our devotion say goodbye?

I don't want to be awaited of such day,

like a flower waiting to wither off one day.

The mysterious ways we met, hope, the happier we end...

Just the hope to be mend.

Dawn of the following day has extinguished the stars tonight,

Like the night assured for the next day of the sun to be bright.

Sun's bright rays has melted the frost, the whole away,

Nothing but for me only death can tear us away.