My try:
I've gathered flowers from paradise for you
While everyone had been keeping craving for love
I've saved my purest state for you
While you had been mistaken when trying over and over
The flowers I had dried turned to history
There's a fireplace in my sloppy insides
Who knows when it goes out
Saying "my love, my love" you'll cry
You'll knock your head on stones every day
You'll understand that there's no one to hear your voice
You've left, now it's my turn
I've left, now it's your turn
Saying "my love, my love" you'll cry
You'll put your head on pillows in vain
You'll understand that there's no one to hear your voice
You've left, now it's my turn
I've left, now it's your turn
The flowers I had dried turned to history
There's a fireplace in my sloppy insides
Who knows when it goes out
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