In bloom, a black lily spilt a sigh.
Changed to morning dew, soon the drop fell and dwindled.
When you hung your head that way...

Black garden, with soil of unknown sadness.

It could not be allowed. Dyed in one's jealousy,
Bound by the invisible rope, always suffering.

Before you realize it, with your owns hands,
Burn the hateful flower garden until it turns to ashes.

You continued to put up a shield. By not touching someone,
You didn't know you hurt them. Love was bound up.

Since love from you is not needed in that place,
flame is set to a secret flower garden and burns it away.

It's like you love me again,
If I can love you again like when we first met. 

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