I don’t want real flowers,
so bring me paper roses,
play every love song
till the sky sets to rain.
I would love to see colors,
balloons to fly
so it could match up
the blue sky.
Never think I am gone,
instead see it as if I’m on a trip
around the world
trying to discover new places
and myself.
Please don’t be sad
if that day will come,
for everyone of us will too
leave this place;
for all good things
must come to an end.
But don’t be sad
if the sky goes dark,
the storm will soon subside
and life, must go on.