Who is alone,
waiting for the night to come?
Who is there to comfort the lonely?
If anyone has ever picked flowers to see the sadness
If anyone has ever picked flowers to see the sadness
The color of the flowers is as deep as the heart
Every time the summer comes to the memory
The old man knows where to find
The color of the flowers is as deep as the heart
Every time the summer comes to the memory
The old man knows where to find