I'm a tulip on the side of that lake
That beautiful lake
That today has become blood
Thought that flood could erase me
But it is hard to become dead
Red was my color
You once say me there
Do you remember
In that sad aoura you would grieve
Not for me but for yourself
Then at a distance you would see me
And all else wouldn't matter
Then with a smile, with that smile
That glimmer of joy and hope
Buried deep down somewhere in your heart
Will again start to flood
Then in that future when you will be joyful
I bet you'd be glad I was there
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
I'm a tulip on the side of that lake
That beautiful lake
That today has become blood
Thought that flood could erase me
But it is hard to become dead
Red was my color
You once say me there
Do you remember
In that sad aoura you would grieve
Not for me but for yourself
Then at a distance you would see me
And all else wouldn't matter
Then with a smile, with that smile
That glimmer of joy and hope
Buried deep down somewhere in your heart
Will again start to flood
Then in that future when you will be joyful
I bet you'd be glad I was there
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