Paper flowers + poem

I'm tired! I should write more to you ...
But the poison had in mind, I wanted to know how I feel, I want to be ..

How do I get to tell you it's late, it's late to be what I want
There's plenty of time, you have to leave, and not me

I can not stand another year, starting to lose my colors
Cry with rain, getting lost with flowers.

It should like autumn flowers
To lose hearsay, in turn colors

It should bring love can tear
In late long hours ... I should, I should!