Waiting for a flower to bloom

Trusting that a blossom will sprout

It requires a long investment to gaze

As though the energy in your look

Can be infused into the bud, bringing about the longing to blossom

The yearning that can never be denied

Arriving at a high moment that the blossom is going to sprout

Assumption is a silk string, you are a kite

You are delivered in the first part of the day and accumulated at night

Regardless of how gradually you open

It is portrayed as a second

The blossom parts you in two

One section shock, one section discharge

Giving you scent, giving you energy, giving you a pink body

All the holding up is worth the effort

Every one of the hypotheses are satisfied

All the obscurity retreats and dejection is saved

You should accept that blossoms sprout for you, not to blur

Regardless of whether the distress has been preparing for quite a while

Acknowledge the fragile shrinking and watchman the seed

Completion isn't necessarily euphoria