It is the brilliant springtime of life,
But our springtime is not always radiant.
Thus our flowers will bloom,
Embracing our individual wounds and pain,
Our flowers may not be the most fragrant,
Our flowers may not be the most beautiful,
But among all the flowers,
They will be the loveliest.
It\'s okay for weary buds to rest awhile,
I hope that one day,
Your flowers will bloom too.