Wherever I saw sunflowers in the day, I thought of you.
You stood facing the sun in full bloom of smile disregarding the harsh light.
The night was a thief who came to steal, rob and abuse.
When the night went on, beyond what you could bear, you let him slit your wrist.
Your passion for life was drained out in crimson rain.
Whenever you came into my dreams at night, I saw you wandering in a field of cherry sunflowers in an anemic gown.