If I can't live like a rose,why don't you let me die like one?
Burry me and let me route below the ground...
Maybe later something beautiful can come outta there.
Something that project my inside out...
That shows who I really was ,besides the ugly duck.
Surely an marvelous flower will grow,
Only blooming in the end of its short life.
Roses are the simbol of lust and death...
I don't want it to be something so morbid and superficial.
I don't want to dry faster than the effect of it's presence can make any good.
An Jasmine...it's the perfect one.
The one that bloom in the night,the true exterior beauty.
The one that allure every single being with it's sweet fragrance.
The one that faints earlier and floats to the sky where it can be remembered.
Yes,that what you had done.You lived and died bursting with joy.
And those who had experienced just a little of your love,
Will always think of you as the one who had gone with winds of summer.
Glorious and solemn,you will stay within us,forever.
If I can't live like an Jasmine and you won't let me die like one...
At least let me be the living proof of your unforgetable presence.
To Jasmine You,the one that I never met,but will surely be immortalized.
Burry me and let me route below the ground...
Maybe later something beautiful can come outta there.
Something that project my inside out...
That shows who I really was ,besides the ugly duck.
Surely an marvelous flower will grow,
Only blooming in the end of its short life.
Roses are the simbol of lust and death...
I don't want it to be something so morbid and superficial.
I don't want to dry faster than the effect of it's presence can make any good.
An Jasmine...it's the perfect one.
The one that bloom in the night,the true exterior beauty.
The one that allure every single being with it's sweet fragrance.
The one that faints earlier and floats to the sky where it can be remembered.
Yes,that what you had done.You lived and died bursting with joy.
And those who had experienced just a little of your love,
Will always think of you as the one who had gone with winds of summer.
Glorious and solemn,you will stay within us,forever.
If I can't live like an Jasmine and you won't let me die like one...
At least let me be the living proof of your unforgetable presence.
To Jasmine You,the one that I never met,but will surely be immortalized.
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