Flowers,

Flowers,

Flowers in my window.

I should have never said that these flowers would decorate your grave.

It was my mistake

My mistake

Not at your grave

They will decorate the stars during your wake.

But you're not dead.

Not yet at least

What am I saying!!!

These words I do not mean

My head is full of madness, vulgar and things you do not want to see.

We activate too much hate

We should not stay together if all we do is create these horrible debates

No! No! No my Darling!

It is not me alone

You create my hate.

Seppuku is the brave men's grave

We must separate.

I shall depart first

Promise me a death worthy of recognition.

Seppuku is the brave men's grave

When body cease to exist I want to go among the stars

STARS

THAT IS WHY WOMAN ARE FROM VENUS

AND MEN ARE FROM MARS

Flowers,

Flowers,

Flowers in my window.

Now they will light the stars during my wake, decorate my beautiful black grave

And be a symbol of our love: My HATE.