It takes spring
for the flowers to bloom on this tree.
And while I’m wondering,
The flowers fall in a glimpse.
No matter how much I want these to keep;
Everytime I wash my hair, the orange fades.
Then comes summer,
And my hair is brown again.
I’ll always be a goner,
I know you can’t love me again.
The trees are getting greener,
But it’s a fall for you again.
It’s almost Autumn,
But the leaf of yours- still doesn’t grow.
You look like a dead tree.
Give me a hope that I can’t throw.
When I stand beside you,
I can feel no breeze- that will make me glow.
So, you really are a dead tree?
Ten months have passed.
Flowers? I can’t see.
Seeing you standstill, I try to end this.
But finally it’s spring again…
