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Flowers bloom in the deepest valley

Who in this world knows they once flourished

Butterflies, silent and wordless

Could it be the flower's beauty was only for him

Paintings locked away in secret chambers

Masterpieces end up facing the wall

Souls utterly wasted, the moon falls from the night sky

Unforgettable, the effort spent on him in vain

Those golden years, you don't understand the most moving creations

Always meet the same fate, trampled upon

He's not really worth it, is he

But you gave him all the best parts of you

It's so unfair, these things you could have done

Yet you gave them to him, it's fate, it's fate

Don't be afraid, like artistic peaks, how can they be avoided

Actually, loving him is the same

Completed it, at any cost, repaying this life's fortune

Those tears purer than silver

Are destined to be lost, lyrics embroidered with gold thread

Fated to be offered to him, reduced to lies

Heavenly palaces turned to ruins, silk turned to tangled threads

Your life's masterpiece, buried beneath his feet

That passion you once had, I'm afraid can never be reclaimed

If you hope to become carefree, speak some clever words

Give you a push

He's not really worth it, is he

But you've already given him all the best parts