Does it mean anything?
To grow a garden?
When all of them wither,
on the most beautiful days.
They hardly bloom,
At least for me.
But I try my best to flourish them all.
Some flowers have thorns,
Even if they're not as pretty as roses.
But I loved them all,
Even though I've been pricked.
But I've lost them all,
In this dreadful storm.
That always comes on the most beautiful days.
Did it mean anything?
When I sang those songs.
I guess it didn't, so c'est dommage.