When my blossom
Is at a end
And the last petal fall
Falls to the dust ...
Will they understand...
I miss the one that...
Planted me.
He left me help
But the other seed
The other seed
Took what is left...
I am left in the garden
To live my season
My season out
Without my gardener
As all my petals...
are almost gone
I am left alone
No one care what
What I say.
As I start the final
Final seasons
In the snow
The other blossoms
Are doing good
As I am left in the snow
To turn to dust
As I see the rest
Of what the gardener left
The other uses it up
For itself.
Forget its other seed
That is related to it.
As my Last petal is gone
I wither and I am tilled under.
Petaless blossom
Forgotten
Petaless blossom
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