Who raises the opium poppies in the roadside
Leaving them grow
So kind but naive, he can't see the evil of them
And wallows in their aroma
Who raises the opium poppies in the roadside
Leaving them spread fragrance
So kind but naive, he can't see the evil of them
And still enjoys their beauty
If addicted, one will become decadent
If addicted, one will lose health and comfort as well
Burn out the poppies in case they remain in this world
Though they're so beautiful as the setting sun indeed