From the pink blossoming tree
There you can see the sun fading
Where they say good-bye to the living
And can't truly be
There stands a lady,
Her expression showing wanting
Saying, "If only I was living.
Not empty."
Though you can still see the sun
You know that time is ticking
And soon there will be none
She then starts running
But the time is already done
And there the pink blossoming tree is all alone in the dark, something missing
