Between and Betwixt

So long ago have I been stirred...
Stirred by the wind of summer cold.
So cool a shiver have I felt...
It seems I soon in cold will melt.
No-one is able to unfold
My blooming leaves not knowing cold.

The tears of someone falls on the roots
To make the mud and squash on leaves...
I feel I\'ll die though no-one shoots.
I see the one who cried, he leaves...

My blossom does not hurt, it burns...
It burns from the inside but I
Don\'t show the pain for him to mourn.
Please, step on me, why don\'t you? Why?