Don’t touch my sorrowful heart,
I left my tall lover
I used to tend to his garden
Pick roses with him.
Love is too hot
The roses died in a blink of an eye.
The water dried.
I’m unable to save them,
They couldn’t withstand the harsh conditions.
Our love was like mountains,
Unmovable.
I suddenly have nothing to say,
I can’t find the words,
All that’s left is his name.