Where is the confused eyes
Play with hearts that make this heart a target
Do you have to walk this whole age now
The distance of a moment became the journey of
centuries
Where did this storm go away in the flowering
season
Thought too much and stopped it very much
Yet our life has become a sign of pain
Touching flowers in its orchards
It is the fragrance of flowers,
which is why we have become love
Heart beats you in the memories
When we met the flowers of
hearts were blooming
Play with hearts that make this heart a target
Do you have to walk this whole age now
The distance of a moment became the journey of
centuries
Where did this storm go away in the flowering
season
Thought too much and stopped it very much
Yet our life has become a sign of pain
Touching flowers in its orchards
It is the fragrance of flowers,
which is why we have become love
Heart beats you in the memories
When we met the flowers of
hearts were blooming