My flower

On painful nights
Everything is cold and wet
Nothing is worthwhile
Only darkness and emptiness

At the end of afternoon
From a Sunday
this void hurts
unreasonably

And then she appears
everything changes
everything turns
The world is colorful again

(Theme solo 1)

At that moment
I can contemplate its beauty
She has always been
Looking after me

My flower
My sweet flower
Putting together the pieces
of my broken heart (x2)

At that moment
I can contemplate her beauty
She has always been
Looking after me

(Theme Solo 2)

My flower
My sweet flower
Putting together the pieces
of my broken heart