A flower on my pale skin
It fell down from a tree
If it fell to the Wet ground
It would have withered there
but falling on my body
The flower has chosen me
to live a little longer
I put it in my hair
Came by the wind? Was it your will?
Flowers have bloomed even in my pale heart.
When the rain stops and warm wind blows
I will send you far away
A flower on my pale skin
It fell down from a tree
If it fell to the Wet ground
It would have withered there
The flower is now in the water
A jug looks like the sea
My heart, my hairs and my skin
I put it in my soul
Came by the wind? Was it your will?
Flowers have bloomed even in my pale heart.
When the rain stops and warm wind blows
I will send you far away
A flower on my pale skin
It fell down from a tree
If it fell to the Wet ground
It would have withered there
but falling on my body
the flower has chosen me
to live a little longer
I put it in my hair
A flower on my pale skin
It fell down from a tree
If it fell to the Wet ground
It would have withered there
The flower is now in the water
A jug looks like the sea
My heart, my hairs and my skin
I put it in my soul