Look like a fading flower and you'll win his heart
Quiet suffering is exquisite on a maiden's face
Pale cherry blossoms drift in autumn winds
The branch will lay bare when winter comes

You will thank the white blanket
that covers your frozen pallor
When he passes by your bareness
with another in tow
When the frozen tear streaks down
your cheek finally melts into spring
you wonder if your flowers could
still grow