In my colorless garden,
A flower is born and lonely lives...
Friendly wind has,
For this flower, great love...
Meanwhile the sun,
With its warmth makes me better...
But there is an evil,
It won't even realize...
Weeds so close,
Poisoning it...
If not for someone's help.
She will... Of course she will.
Lose its petals...
Die...Die...Die...