The beautiful flower of despair
Blooms on the edge of the cliff
The cold one with no shelter
Merciless winds beating throughout the year
There you can reach by losing all your warmth
And feeling cold to the bones, hollow inside out
And once there, you just need to lean
A little forward and see
Flowers of red, flowers of dead
And if you lose and fall,
Another flower will bloom right there
The beautiful flower of despair
Blooming on the edge of the cliff…