Grow as a plant in the tree,
No matter how it glows,
Still living silently at the ground,
Lack of love by the root of it's own.

Season of life that everyone's past,
Spring of yesterday which in tomorrows belong,
Grows into different time,
Through the winds that come along.

Flowers growing at the side,
But people can't find.
No matter how it ended by the season,
Still lives like a summer.

Keeping the sunshine more brightly,
Tends to forget new in the spring,
To start a new beginning of something,
That we could born to move up again.

When it grows, it change,
Like it used to be.
Blossom as the day it could be.
Bring joy again after the sudden fall.

Maybe it hurts to wait for beauty around,
But surely received the eyes of truly,
That it will happened again as if in winter,
Like a repetitive season of the spring.














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