There is a story about a flower
Who decides it's too silent
Then suddenly, it decided to sing
With tones of blue and pink
Once the sun set down
And the petals turned cold
This flower sang
A lullaby
Little do we know
When it rushes to us
The inexplicable crime
A sudden demise
This flower stayed
Strong until the end
After night
Whisper my name
Little do we know
When it rushes to us
The inexplicable crime
A sudden demise