And if love is at war
I won't go, I won't go
To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands
And if love is at war
We won't go, we won't go
To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands
Maybe the soil is fertile over there
To pick passionate love
And maybe the air is fragile over there
To steal thrilling love
Just like we were standing at the end of a hallway
Just like our eyes wouldn't open
Now that night has come
Who knows where we'll go?
One thing is sure, I won't go
To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands
One thing is sure, we won't go
To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands
And I don't mind suffering
If it means I get to taste your smiles
And I don't mind dying
If it means the worse will go away
Just like we were standing at the end of a hallway
Just like our eyes wouldn't open
Now that night has come
Who knows where we'll go?
One thing is sure, I won't go
To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands
One thing is sure, we won't go
To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands