Bleak, room, sleep, bloom
Glory days, blurry face
A little flower blooms in her heart
It looks like a precious master art
She yells to the world
Nature gives back only a pouring rain
Such pain, she can't afford
Slowly, black shadows filled her room
All she wanted was a broom
To wipe away all her fears
She suddenly heard from her ears
"It's gonna be fine"
She cried, like the beautiful purple-pinkish sky
Or like the little bird that suddenly learns how to fly.