You thought you buried when you went
I don't have even a bunch of flower
I became soil when you went
I budded but there is no water
To the tongue of yours which you said "let him alone"
It is a curse to your vocal cord
You thought you buried when you went
I don't have even a bunch of flower
I became soil when you went
I budded but there is no water
To the tongue of yours which you said "let him alone"
It is a curse to your vocal cord