She asked how she looked with the flower in her hair.
Shocked by her beauty, the words did elude me.
But later, thinking back, the memory decreed words.
A pretty woman with a flower in her hair
Brings to this world all the magic man can desire
You are the delicate perfection of a snowflake
You are the life that dwells in earth
You conceal the sizzling fuse
Halt! Here I must cease, lest I scorch myself in fire.