Flowers for (...)

As if I'm lost through the crowd,
I don't want to know why
I feel this loneliness.

I'm naked and sometimes I'm very hurt
with no certain reason.
How can I explain these feelings?
They're too deep in my frozen heart.

I can't change to lose something
I don't have anymore.

As I'm older, I long for the days like a child
running toward the light at the end of the tunnel.

As I'm wiser, I miss the inquisitive child
wondering why the sun shines in the rain.

I grew used to go forward
without flowers for (...)

You could realize my crying in unheard prayers
but you can't forget your own sadness,
and I can't hold you tightly to make you feel safe,
maybe what I really mean is… Sorry,
forgive me for not to be your strength in these hard moments.

I can't even fake a smile to comfort you
'cause you were my reason to be.

As I'm trustier, I long for the days like a child
being afraid of making a decision.

As I'm stronger, I miss the weak child
searching for the warmth of your arms.

I grew used to go forward
without flowers for (...)

I lost someone very, very important to me
in that sunny day where many flowers grew.

If I could meet the child
I (used to be) left behind,
I'd like to ask her/him why,
why didn't she/he go after me?
I'm still waiting for you (me)

Without flowers for us.