Death in May

Death of someone young , very close to my heart

I have no more liquid to cry
it has come to an end
and I'm wearing my black nail polish again

Alas , he was too young
and I had too many black clothes

I'll see you soon
and then you'll laugh
at my thin white hair
and I'll ask you ;
"What's the real secret to youth?" ;
to which you reply sarcastically ,
but with a tear in your eye ;
"Death."

Give me a glass of water
and
I'll cry