Faded flowers and dot at the end

Faded flowers and dot at the end
You'll leave me good-bye.
Unfortunately we do not have the happiness of sages
We fools both from the desire

The desire which breaks the roof
Drop and rush again into the wild
When the two have an unhealthy bird
The what he can promise fate?

Broken and fragile...
For minutes only flowering fields
Which will turn into darkness
Where we both won't be happy