A sad conversation from a man in the back
He speaks low
In melancholy tones of brass
A picture of the darkest bloom amidst a dim light
The waning moon
He speaks louder and i begin to see the flower
Faded but glowing
Wilted yet growing
A rose in between life and death
Clinging to life but enjoying decay
The conversation stops
His words fade
A picture of the moon and tones of brass remain
At last i see it
Lost lovers enjoying decay
heartbreak shapes a boy into a man