Stop occasionally,
Awakened my dream of sleeping for many years.
I am a seed waiting to dry up,
Without your alarm,
Decadence will be my future,
Dust will destroy me.
You said:
"This is a seed that can still germinate."
Let me ask you something:
"Give me irrigation, water or your tears."
But you smiled gently.
As long as there is an ideal of germination,
How can nature lack sunshine and rain and dew?
For the dream you mentioned,
I grew my first bud,
Looking forward to your passing away again,
Look at the magic you've been exposed to
For the dream you mentioned,
I tried to stretch my body into the sky,
Willing to create new magic for you.
If you become a fairy,
Point with your hand and say "change",
I changed my mind.
-instead of being a precious jewel:
Although jewelry is precious,
But without life, I lost myself.
I just want to hear you say "change"
Let me show you the fruit of a tree.