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
