Tell me,
Oh pretty flower,
How are your petals soft
Through the boiling rays
How do you stay aloft
While you drown in rains
Tell me,
Where do you hide
When the fall crawls with Death
Where do you abide,
While winter sweeps away life
Tell me,
What do you do
When life itself
Proclaims death on your colors
When ivory is the last you glimpse,
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me...