On your grave I will put a flower –
bloody red with weeping lists:
it will reflect the unstoppable pain in me, how it hurted when you left the world.

  And how quickly the time just passes,
and with every day I feel more sadness;
blame myself for nothing couldn't did –
I was weak even you to keep...

  One only picture of you now I have
for all the time when we were two;
it's not enough;
I see you, yet you will
and this bitterness as a sword pierces me.

  On your grave I will kneel
and quiet tears will dripped out from my eyes.
And my cry will never abate as I see you, but you're not next to me... 

  And the flower with the weeping lists one day
will wither; will evaporate.
And no matter how they try to return it,
no one other flower will replace it...                              
Soulbanshee