time of blooming...
it will pass by.
our lifetime...later it will pass by...like the flower
i can neither have a wish nor hope
but a dream
"promised". someday i will surely open my eyes.
my hands are holding these wings
and i cannot fly with them yet so i just walk now
but im sure that someday the wind will blow
and i will be able to fly away
i was concealing some of my memories
that i din't want to tell to anyone
"now i can tell them to someone". so i secretly make a song
ah, as a child i always was closed
no one stood by my side
so i was alone
and crying all the time
but these days passed by
there are only moments...
like a drop
that falls and flows along
this is my flower
my hands are holding these wings
and i cannot fly with them yet so i just walk now
but im sure that someday the wind will blow
and push me forward
thats the moment im waiting for
