The tulip I cried for

I found the white (perfect) tulip I had for a couple of days, (more than) a couple of months ago.

Que puis-je faire? Si je peux tout faire, mais je ne veux que regarder et regarder.

Or sing.. I could sing. I want to sing. (I've been reading old posts, in case you were wondering what on Earth I'm talking about.) I want to feel like singing. Somedays, I do feel like singing, so I sing. Can I make it happen tomorrow?

By the way, I might or might not have an apartment for the coming week. But, as soon (not "as soon" though) as I have an apartment, I should get myself another tulip.

Would I cry if it died? I think I would.