Under the starless night.
Among the roaring creatures.
In the ruins of an old building.
The fate of a hibiscus flower.
Facing strong winds.
Through the shaking of a large earthquake.
As if the day was still bright in the middle of a crazy world.
The flower does not want to give up on the little life it is holding.
With dreams, hopes, and prayers.
Looking forward to the sunny days blooming later.
That purple hibiscus flower,
continue to dance towards the morning.