I remember the roses
When I look at you
I remember the sorrow
When I look at your eyes
I remember your hair
When I walk at night
Whatever mistakes you made
You aren’t to blame
If you go away
I won’t forget you
My condolence is in
The night and the roses
Your tears pushed me to the purgatory
I don’t want to be purgated
I want to be sinned with your love
I want the day to be long night
I want the flowers to be roses
Helen of troy was pardoned
She came back home
With bitterness in her heart
With sweetness in her memories .
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