The wind blew flowers across the ground, falling as beautifully as rain.
On the last night of her life, in this empty garden, the scenery was breathtaking.
He glanced at her, just once, then left. Only I remember how she made it rain flowers for someone else.
Blossoms flew before the trees, falling in a torrent like rain.
She smiled at me and said, "Let's leave it at that."
I smiled too, my clay form mottled and cracked.
I'm no Buddha. Let it be. Dust to dust, earth to earth.
Rolling around and begging for comments.
Yun knows hardly any little angels will read this. /sigh.jpg
Yun wrote this to match the original song, you know.
Theme:
