The Flowers Return

As you aimlessly roam the world

I look up to face the heavens

My frozen heart trembling

High above the birds migrate away, marking the time


We will come around to meet once more

In a world far removed

Throwing into the frozen town everything that's taken you away

Let's take each other's hands tightly

And race to the place where this long sorrow comes to an end

White—like falling blossoms

The snow continues to pile ceaselessly

Covering the life that runs scarlet red

It just keeps pouring over the silver streets

In my dreams I see tomorrow—a faint fickle hope

The spring-time flock returns

Though they count their tears

They're eternally bound to this cycle

Lamenting their own vicissitudes

Even though these beloved memories of you guide me through darkness

I have to put the sins of the past behind me

(The mistakes of a tarnished soul)


But now—I'm going to live trusting myself

This world has been abandoned by its Creator


Unraveled and fleeting, flowers dancing in the wind

Awakening to the clearing snow—reaching

(They will perish)

Being born, the life of everything, flowers blossom in snowy plains

(A miniature garden)

Small flowers

Ghastly white phantoms, swaying in the wind

(As they are)

Joy (sorrow) shining

(Wrapped up) as time flows