I am a flower in a garden with seeds full of hope…
Trapped in this flower bed full of weeds…
As we grow, my destiny is written—
Within these weeds, I will choke…

Soil full of tears,
But the soil is dry…
A garden full of contemplations,
The only hope that I have… is to die.

Lilies in the field,
Tear drops soaked up quickly
Because of the absence of rain.
All that the eyes can see is my beauty,
But blind to my pain.

Buttercup in the garden,
But the rose of my heart.
Sun beaming down on my head,
The heat is tearing me apart.

Iris, Orchid, Bluebell, and the Poppy—
Hear my plea…
Make amends to the soil,
So you can live happily.

Beautiful flower was I,
Used to be…
Withering away slowly,
With nothing but weeds surrounding me.

Through my selfishness,
I chased away the love of the rain—
So now I cry…
Alone in this garden, I will die.