The Flower Chain

The lost color is memories of far away days. 
When the old paint box is gently opened, 
The childhood friend is  always there!  Haven't changed,  That smile. 
The canvas of the heart  Where both our dreams are drawn  Has yet to lost its  Color, 
Warmth created by your hand put on mine. 
Why do people  Always live with love and hate at   The same time? 
The bonds of eternal youth  Spun by joy and sadness,  The Flower Chain!

The song of the past is  Memory of far away days. 
Had days of gathering dispersed words  With disoriented eyes, 
You were always there! 
The score of the chest(heart)  With sounds created by the both of us will never disappear. 
Both of our voices sound out together the harmony of the heart. 
Why does God give people the fate of encountering and separating with each other? 
These overflowing tears  [bad word] a river and coffins of flowers will flow on it, 
The melody of forever.

Why do people  Always live with love and hate at   The same time? 
The bonds of eternal youth  Spun by joy and sadness,  The Flower Chain! 
The flower chain of the soul that even God can't cut through.