Lost as I roam,
With the flower once bloomed
Faraway in a broken heart.
Run away, oh child!
Chase the flower, leave the lies
Long gone with the agonies
Lost in her eyes.
Run away, oh child!
Leave the soul dead inside,
Let the flower bloom; dying
With the fierce flames arise.
Let the days be countless
Let it burn the night,
A soul dies within the lost flower
Let the flower bloom tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even in despair the hope arise to make the flower bloom again.So beautifully scened.