Verse 1 Petals slipping from the stem, like secrets whispered to the air, Moments fragile as the morning, fading softly everywhere. Chorus And I hold them in my hands, Trying hard to understand— Why beauty always falls so soon, Like petals underneath the moon. Final Chorus Petals scattered in the breeze, Carrying all my memories. Though they fall and drift apart, They leave their beauty in my heart. Soft reminders, fleeting, true, Every petal leads back to you.