Hey blue, this is a song for you;
now that time has swept away,
the petals of a fortnight's face
come near, let me this tale disclose-
but let us leave the crystal case
even o'er the wilted rose.
i've thrown four petals to the winds
one came back, with a kiss
another lost, nothing missed
one flew home, safely borne
the last i crushed, and wept,
forlorn.
do you understand?