Alert: This one is not funny.

The story of me and your sorrow is the story of hail and flower
The fear of living without you is the fear of moments of departure
For being with you, I have to forsake being
My sleepy mind is awakening by this dreaming
The memory of your beautiful body with such a grace
Is sitting behind the empty closed frames of this place
I wish I could see your beautiful body
Regain life and walk back to our study
I wish I could hear your footsteps in our driveway
And see the sunflowers turning to face your way
I wish our garden was full of your flowers like before
The red rosebuds could bloom with your touch of adore
I wish so, but you can't come back again
Your hands can't touch the roses and rain
I wish so, but that's not the way of life
You have gone forever, I'm alone in this strive.