Just because a flower withers,
Doesn't mean it's going to fade.
Like a flower, you're withering everyday,
You think it's meant to be that way.
Well, just so you know,
Wherever there is dark,
The moonlight will glow.
Wherever there is light,
The flowers will find it.
Sunsets-finally, it's quiet,
The moonlight hits a rose,
A flower on a gravestone,
Sinking into the darkness,
Soaking up th...