Before is very important
for later.
One look, winter`s arrived
Why doesn`t spring come?
I drew patience in your picture
I drew the sun, I drew the moon
I always hid your name
I`m the flower, you`re the honey
As I am pursuing you
around here the days don`t pass
As your thistle sank
the rose is not mad at the thistle
As the lovers were burning
it becomes blind, it doesn`t end
While tasting pain
every flower hides its honey