The flowers bloom and another day passes,
Summer comes again.

I walk and walk without a destination
Because,
Eventually there is an end.

Times that dazzled
Times that won’t ever come again.

Days that were so long,
That I walked through them with tears.

I love them all.
Because you and I are here
It becomes a memory.

Your smile that warmly blossomed for me,
My sad heart that couldn’t bear show you
I love them all
Because ,

You and I are here
It becomes a Memory.

and I take one step forward,
Walking calmly into the streets.

I see people mourning,
Praying for some help to reach.

I know we have come to the same days,
When we were locked inside

But think once,
A beautiful rose bloom
Once  crossing the path of thorns.

Same goes to us,
These days are the thorns for us
So be strong to face it and lets all together
cross the path,
to bloom like the beautiful roses.