• Blossom
    Love is like a blossom
    So easily does it grow
    But when one is picked
    So easily does it give up
    Then all blossoms must suffer
    The pain and sadness of the first.

    Why is life considered great
    If we do not know our own fate
    Because without the wonder
    We will not learn
    To let our imaginations wander.

    Don't Give Up Just Yet
    Why would you give up your life?
    So that the pain will stop?
    The pain may end for you
    But what about the people you love?
    Their pain will live eternally
    What about what you could be in the future?
    Don't give up just yet
    Please, for the sake of the ones you love
    Don't give up just yet. wink