As if a wilthing flower counted the time passing by,
The blow of the breeze made your hair fly,
There you are bathed in the golden rays,
My heart longed for you I hope to say,
You're the most beautiful flower bloomed in May.
As if a wilthing flower counted the time passing by,
The blow of the breeze made your hair fly,
There you are bathed in the golden rays,
My heart longed for you I hope to say,
You're the most beautiful flower bloomed in May.