Withered flowers forget
What they wept for day after day
Withered flowers blossom
In the stream of tears
They still think of the cause
What they wept for day after day
Withered flowers blossom
In the stream of tears
They still think of the cause
Turning misery into meaningfulness
Changing day after day
Turning misery into meaningfulness
Changing day after day
Your affection Your affection Taking pride from fear
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
Your affection Your affection Your affection
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
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