The lyrics are:
I fell asleep when people around me raised their glasses.
Meeting you, silent bud,
Bud's dream is like low tide.
Waiting for his naive answer
Has a bright flower ever dreamed? Is it as bright as a dream flower?
Who really cares about picking up the scattered petals and taking them home?
That's the dream flower crying, isn't it?
Quietly wither
Shy candlelight tonight, faint happiness.
Enlarged by impetuous air
It says it blooms only for me, and I'm afraid the enthusiasm will wake up too late.
Has a bright flower ever dreamed? Is it as bright as a dream flower?
We will guard it carefully.
Woke up and couldn't hear the prosperity.
Will the dreaming flowers be happy then?
Don't wither any more