Withered flowers forget What they wept for day after day Withered flowers bossom 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
