In the loving memory of Love

If she was to die in my memory, The best part of me, which was her, Would also die. If she dies in my heart, This heart that beats madly, As hers turns into dirt, My life would have meant nothing at all... I know that she still lives In those few nights and days, When we were one... They remain inside me, Playing over and over again, Like an old tune you always feel you haven't heard enough.... Even if those flowers were watered with Alcohol, They grew beautifully inside our hearts Yes! Our hearts! for I know she loved me. Drunken love, indeed, but true love I nowmlive in the memories of her And she lives in mine. May the world forget about her. May the world crumble and fall. May the world die like her. She will always live inside me She will always be as alive as I am.