Flowerpot
Funny how one day can change many things. . .
From great to bad. . .
I've been listening to this song all day, because this is how I feel. If I had to express my feelings from day one to now, this would be it.
far, far, you come from a distance
how must my quivering heart speak?
from the very start, you took my heart
I couldn’t recover from the illness you gave me
I want to become a flower pot
I constantly pray
I want to become a flowerpot at your small window
even if I won’t be able to say anything
from time to time, I’ll receive your smiles and touch
and I could watch your sleeping face endlessly
faraway, faraway, you’re going somewhere far away
How must I stop these falling tears
from the very start, you stole my heart
And made me suffer from an illness I couldn’t recover from
I want to become a flower pot
I constantly pray
I want to become a flowerpot at your small window
even if I won’t be able to say anything
from time to time, I’ll receive your smiles and touch
and I could watch your sleeping face endlessly