Nothing exists You came with the light autumn wind And I had in my hands The last petal of the rose I gave you But in the gesture Unfinished that died with you I felt in the multiplicity Of petals that were born The revelation of your great secret The world is empty Nothing exists Only a thousand shapes Of crooked paths Sometimes I feel your sweet message The world is empty but in gesture Nothing exists Only a thousand ways of crooked paths About a flowering orchestra Nothing exists Sometimes I feel your sweet message He never ended up dying with you