The flowers blossom towards to the heavenly sky. 
How we beckon a nation with soft ground and rocks. 
Just to meet each other where we start. 
Its an abyss to dwell in the flower's beauty and sharp. 
After all, they all withered to where they came from. 
What is it I am tempted by the nights of her fume. 
That never meant fair to a kid to face this nature end. 
I dream of how we meet again in grace.. 
Will you be smiling at me how parents reap each soul. 
For a seed to become a love like a flower. 
Just to enjoy the Sun, cloud, rain, wind, and soft rock. 
Where our promise is authorized by God. 
Then the flower will blossom again.