life blooms like a flower
far away or by the road
waiting for the one
to find the way back home
rain falls a thousand times
no footprints of come and go
you, who once went by
where will you belong?
i feel your sigh and breath
in the last blow of wind
not yet for the story on the last page
it's not the end
life blooms like a flower
far away or by the road
waiting for the one
to find the way back home