What's with the pride?
You raise your chin up so high
Oh! or is it that you gaze at the clouds as usual?
Finding all the memories long lost in them
Which one's did you bring today?
Daisies or daffodils?
Offer them already!
For the dew drops on my blades aren't enough to beautify me
Look down over here!
I'm crushed beneath your feet
Whilst you are busy gathering your lost memories
Or are you busy finding excuses to escape?
Hehe, how I envy you sometimes!
What an amazing creature you are 
Someone so whimsical 
Even though they get all the chances to think
And then there's me always wondering under these clouds
Never getting a chance to escape 
For deep I'm rooted throughout the cemeterie's bounds
Never getting a chance to move
I'm always busy swaying to keep your beloved grave warm.