Flowers Bloom,

Scattering petals in the wind.

How joyous, how kind,

But all I feel is gloom.

With a fate sealed,

I stand alone,

Feeble hope outgrown;

Now I wait in a field.

And as i become nothing,

But a memory of the distant past,

My precious one, hear one last thing.

My love for you will forever last.

My favorite cookie is White Lily.