Sometimes we wonder
Sometimes we ask ourselves
Sometimes we think
Flowers that have already bloomed
Flowers that have already withered
The flowers that are already in the earth
Ready to go out and see the world
My love for you is a great wonder
It's something that no one else knows
It's something no one else thinks about
Only me and you
And our red thread of fate
How much longer should I be waiting
How much longer should I be withering
We can no longer leave the flowers outside
Outside in the cold weather
The weather that gives me goosebumps
My letters didn't get to you on time
They weren't answered or looked at
No one ever touched the letters that I've written
The dust on them still has my fingerprints on them
It's the withering promise of a withering flower
The promise of the first flower that ever withered
It was our promise, the forgotten one