How many real memories
Thought about letting everything go with the wind
But it's always hard.
The secret of blood flow
Flow doesn't belong to you.
I feel the wind is getting smaller all the time.
But it blooms beautifully again.
Ambiguity of white poppy
Danger makes people reluctant to retreat.
Facing you, you can't go to a quiet heart.
Petals fall and tears ripple.
Just the ambiguity of white poppies.
Beauty is hard to face.
Actually, I want to fly high to you.
But I can't.
cannot
cannot
Just the ambiguity of white poppies.
Beauty is hard to face.
Actually, I want to fly high to you.
But I can't.
cannot
Ambiguity of white poppy
Danger makes people reluctant to retreat.
Facing you, you can't go to a quiet heart.
Petals fall and tears ripple.
Just the ambiguity of white poppies.
Beauty is hard to face.
Actually, I want to fly high to you.
but