But tonight
The ashtray is full
The ashtray is full
Remember we used to pick flowers
From the wet grass
Beneath the innocent clouds
Remember do you?
We used to play in thecold monsoon rain
Remember do you?
But tonight
The ashtray is full
The ashtray is full
And we don't runaround or pick flowers anymore.
Remember we used to pick flowers From the wet grass Beneath the innocent clouds Remember do you? The Ashtray becomes a symol of.. pain.. and sweet memories.. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
EVERYTHING is life before but in the VASE of remembrance!