Withered flowers forget
What they wept for day after day
Withered flowers bossom
In the stream of tears
They still think of the cause

Turning misery into meaningfulness
Changing day after day
Turning misery into meaningfulness
Changing day after day

Your affection, your affection taking pride from fear
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
Your affection, your affection, your affection
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero