Wild Flower - Park Hyo Shin

Wild Flower - Park Hyo Shin

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(English Version) A white ice flower that bloomed Puts its face out in the welcoming wind It sheds tears over the wordless and nameless past Hiding in the cold wind Melting down under the single ray of sunlight That’s how you came to me once more Only good memories, only a longing heart On the path where you left me I’m standing alone Only until I can forget you, until I will be alright I’ll swallow my tears and at the end of my wait I will bloom once again Love is a fiery flower that blooms and withers In case I get wet with the rain, I close my eyes In my youth and small heart The dazzling memories shine I call out to you once again Only good memories, only a longing heart On the path where you left me I’m standing alone Only until I can forget you, until I will be alright I’ll swallow my tears and at the end of my wait Then once again, I will On top of the dry land My entire body is burning Your scent that remained on my fingers is scattering away Your hand that is growing far apart I can’t hold onto it so it hurts Just until I can survive, just as much as I hated you When the spring comes to bring you back later on Then I will bloom on that day
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“Rei, do you mind if I intrude on your secret hideout more often?” “No, I don’t mind,” I re-thought my answer; “I would like that.” "Haruki-once a flower has been picked from the tree, even you can’t save it; it will still shrivel up and die." - Those were her thoughts. Her words. Her last words. Truthfully, I was pretty annoyed when he first stepped foot in my hideaway, a small, aged playground void of laughter. But that all changed. I was happy. We were happy. But that poor girl never left his heart. I couldn't save him with my words. I needed to take a walk down memory lane. I needed to find the answer in his past memories.

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