When the time comes, I will take to the streets with an all-white scarf.
In my hand I will hold a scarlet rose, the rare one, the hundred-leaf one
I will wave my handkerchief smiling at Zephyrus
And I will proudly show everyone my flower
When the time comes I will wear my green dress.
The one with the concentric circles in the center
It will sweeten my lips gently with a love song
And colorful butterflies will fly all around
Dancing to the sound, no longer in silence
When the time comes, I will open my lungs with longing.
And I will let out a cry that will wound the pain mortally
And for this wound, I won't care at all.
When the time comes I will stretch out my hands and grab my harp
And then I will make Orpheus dangerously jealous
When the time comes, I will open my arms to a field sown with poppies.
I will invite people to walk with longing in it
And let some of them step on it. Others will come out more beautiful.
But let this blessed hour finally come
Suddenly, my limbs are weak to support me
And I sat on a rock to taste at least a little bit of heaven.
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