I wear my sun glasses at night.

Someday these flowers will bloom,
and they'll float down to you
wiping this life anew,

Even through my suffering, even through my endless grief,
With no sunlight breaking through the clouds above,

The song in my heart, plays on!
The seasons bloom now one by one, as they come to life

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