I saw a blooming flower in the morning,
Night came, and again I saw the blooming flower that I had seen in the morning.
As the world which was bright darkens, the beautiful colors became dull too.
Learn this from the flower, which was fresh in the brightness and fading in the darkness.
That you had always been a flower back then.
When you were swaying precariously in the winds, border between brightness and darkness.....
~p.s
