Heavy Heart

A garden in my heart with different flowers;

but two are asters.

Flowers blossomed one after the other;

not many but treasured forever.

When they bloom, they will wither one day;

when they wither, they leave me empty everyday.

Left with petals all around;

those are memories that are bound.

I can neither touch nor see you,

but I can feel you in my heart.

In a blink, all the laughter and bliss

along with you vanished in air.