Description:In a dark room they spoke to each other in low voices
A heavy sadness, a deep sadness when carnations adorn the cemetery
Delicate flowers, tender and sweet
Their beauty holds a discreet fate
Your favorite flower be a harbinger of the end of your life
The crimson petals swayed enchantingly
Chrysanthemums on my doorstep
You told me to explain their power
To find meaning in each delicate flower
I see a reflection in their innocent appearance
Chrysanthemum remind me of the love we once knew
Each petal whispers the secret of our unbreakable concept
Their scent carries the scent of the love we used to talk about