I heard that boy die last night,
Drowned in his own wounds,
This day will be dedicated,
A holiday to his favorite color,
Green.

Not the smile on his face,
Not the hope he gave,
Not the happiness he spread,
To his favorite color,
Green.

The day'll fold over,
They'll cry a river till the clock strikes midnight,
The screen shows the pity and attention,
How much they love his tragedy,
And his favorite color,
Green.