Chapter 37 forget-me-not flower
forget-me-not flower
for you,
The forget-me-not flowers that bloomed for me,
For your memory,
For my memory,
It is under a strange sun,
among strange woods,
Drive humbly and gloomyly.
in a secluded corner,
it speaks to me for you,
it speaks to you for me;
it counts us with gaze
moist eyes from afar,
words spoken in silence,
and its language is
Silent as our eyes.
Keep it on, keep it on forever,
Concerned about our little blue flower.