of yellow flowers, to become dyed
if you fold one of the flowers
First of all, I want to tell you
I want to give it to you
The wind blows in underneath
You and I are here until the flower dies
I’m keeping this spot
The yellow flowers are falling
Without saying goodbye to me
I’m not done. I can give you flowers when you want them
The wind blows in underneath
you are not here, are you
but I’m still waiting here Until you come back
