When did it lost its beauty?
Those blooms wither together with those memories.
Are those hands capable enough?
Will it ever grow again?
Will it ever bring smile every morning?
or will it stays dry and thin?
When did it lost its beauty?
Those blooms wither together with those memories.
Are those hands capable enough?
Will it ever grow again?
Will it ever bring smile every morning?
or will it stays dry and thin?