It is not for you dear

There are a bunch of roses in my hands

It's not for you dear

There are some candles in my hands

It's not for my beloved

There is some drop of tears in my eyes

It's not about you my sweetheart

There were sweet memories and images in my -mind

It's not about you my queen

It's all about him, dear

Who rests in the graveyard

Waiting for his son, his last born....