Princess_Cyndi

Oh, field flower that has bloomed,
Ah, somehow, please tell me:
Why is it that people hurt each other
And fight?
Oh, flower that blooms with the asphalt,
What can you see from there?
Why is it that people
Cannot forgive each other?
In the summer, the rain passed
And the blue reflected,
Small, it rippled
In front of me,
Without saying a thing.
What do you think
When your friends wilt?
With those leaves that do not carry words,
How do you convey your love?
The summer sun is clouded
And the wind fluttered.
I shall sing
The proof that life once existed
For those who do not have a name.