Sumuisen kevätpäivän mietelause
(Aphorism of this misty spring day)

For Each And One

I see the long road ahead,
the wind whispers gently my name
and tells me all that was left unsaid.

As the years go passing by,
so do roses as first blossom
then slowly wither and die.

Here I stand at this frozen and snowy grave,
where sleeps the beloved one
flashbacks visualize through these salty tears
I thank you for everything you gave.

The journey to the unknown
is reserved for each and one,
when our days in this world
are forever gone
and time given for you and me
is finally done.