Midnight, not a sound
from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamp light the whithered leaves collect at my feet,
And the wind, begins to moan.
Memory, all alone in the moonlight.
I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then.
I remember, the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again.
Every street lamp seems to beat, a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a street lamp smutters, and soon it will be morning.
Daylight, I must wait for the sun rise,
I must think of a new life, and I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too,
And a new day will begin.

È il primo tipo di edit che faccio in questo modo, ma tutto sommato posso dirmi soddisfatta, anche se inizialmente non ero sicura di riuscire a fare un edit sul mio fiore preferito.

Anche se ero indecisa tra rose e non ti scordar di me alla fine ho scelto per questi ultimi, il loro significato é >>>>>>>>>>>>

for the_dark_elements
on a flower

® work, enjoy!