The lilies and the butterflies would grow from the demons
As I remember to forget
Forget all that I hate, that I am
because of what others made me
I wish I could have a fresh start
But the memories will forever haunt me
From these memories, blossom will grow
Happiness will arise
One day
But it is not a fresh start
Only change
As The winter trees grow blossom and become something new
the roots stay the same
The lilies seeds came from something that died
And from the evil and the demons, something beautiful grows.