I can feel some flowers
slowly growing in my heart.
I hope they bloom
before winter comes.

The world can be such a terrifying place.
It always seems the prettiest things
are the first to disappear.

I've heard the saddest songs
that the human soul can compose.
But I've also listened to the most beautiful.

Even if the sour notes
lasted longer than the bright ones;
even if time is only measured
by the small windows
in which we can stop crying and look at the sky,

I'd never stop watering my flowers.

Because they are mine,
Because they are all my heart
and because even if life takes everything away from us,

we'll always have flowers.