Epitaph
Under the sweetest flower,
in the garden of bones,
in deep, here I sleep.
On my ground, tears shower,
sorrow, bathing my tombstones,
for me, do not weep.
Under the sweetest flower,
in the garden of bones,
in deep, here I sleep.
On my ground, tears shower,
sorrow, bathing my tombstones,
for me, do not weep.
