of yellow flowers, to become dyed
if you fold one of the flowers
First of all, I want to tell you
I want to give it to you
The wind blows in underneath
You and I are here until the flower dies
I’m keeping this spot
The yellow flowers are falling
Without saying goodbye to me
I’m not done. I can give you flowers when you want them
The wind blows in underneath
you are not here, are you
but I’m still waiting here Until you come back
if you fold one of the flowers
First of all, I want to tell you
I want to give it to you
The wind blows in underneath
You and I are here until the flower dies
I’m keeping this spot
The yellow flowers are falling
Without saying goodbye to me
I’m not done. I can give you flowers when you want them
The wind blows in underneath
you are not here, are you
but I’m still waiting here Until you come back