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
