The most bright - ridiculous. The most intricate - stupid. But the most beautiful flowers Are the flowers on the graves.
Who knows Where the dying people go? When the flowers gonna grow The way they will show. But where to find it, who knows?
The white like the body Of greek goddesses, God bless you. Unless you're not the god. Reflecting every smile Of those who's gone. The petals are the skin. Existence are the sin.
Who knows, Maybe the tears you'll give Will give them awake and soul. What is the life they live? Is it nothing or all, Who knows?
I'm gonna send to my lover The bouquet of white flowers, Gathered from the graves of lovely. Let him see the beauty of dying. Let them touch his body. And when I will dying, I'll give these flowers to death So she'll present to me Her farewell smile.
The most bright - ridiculous. The most intricate - stupid. But the most beautiful flowers Are the flowers on the graves.