White Rose

Leave it, my dear,
A heart blackened in gloom.
Live it, my dear,
A soul blossomed in bloom.

There we met, at the wooden bridge nearby,
Hand in hand, we put those words in a line.
Till this time has come that I must say goodbye,
For I have to walk the remainder path of mine.

As morning dews wipe all the obituaries,
You will cry no more.
As twilight shores tell all the stories,
You will smile forevermore.

If ever your heart is pining for me,
Pick the sweetest white rose we grew.
Evening wind shall bring its sweet scent
Upon my unmarked tomb.

ditulis oleh Rey Prameshwara